Back in those days it was just me swimming around in the dark, doing back flips and taking naps whenever I want.

When you're used to having electricity and then all of a sudden it's taken away, you're basically just one step from being a wild animal.

Then one day, this kid named Darren Walsh touched the Cheese with his finger, and that's what started this thing called the Cheese Touch. It's basically like the Cooties. If you get the Cheese Touch, you're stuck with it until you pass it on to someone else. The only way to protect yourself from the Cheese Touch is to cross your fingers.

You and your group of nerds fall into a pit and it's full of dynamite and you blow up. The End.

... no matter how nice you are to some people, they'll turn their back on you the second they get the chance.

He got the crib, so for the first few months of my life I had to sleep in the top dresser drawer, which I'm pretty sure isn't even legal.

I'm not really sure what makes a book a 'classic' to begin with, but I think it has to be at least fifty years old and some person or animal has to die at the end.