Assume nothing, question everything.

NOOOO!" On the screen, a woman's eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream. Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her, wide open! Clearly, instead of weeping like a moron, she could be lunging forward and administering a swift uppercut to the chin. Then this entire pointless ordeal would be over with, and I could go home.

Never underestimate the power of funny, it moves mountains.

Dr. Martinez: "I take it you don't want me to call your parent?" Max: "Uh, no." Hello, lab? May I speak to the test tube please?

There's no such thing as a kid who hates reading. There are kids who love reading, and kids who are reading the wrong books.

I'm not a writer's writer. I'm not a craftsman. I could be, and that would be a one-book-a-year operation.

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