Remember the White Knight.

Every great thinker keeps a journal, you know.

I tend to find characters who lack vulnerability dull.

She was a thin woman in a mustard-yellow suit, with a yellowish complexion, short-cropped rusty red hair, and a stiff posture. She reminded Reynie of a giant walking pencil.

I was always interested in the possibility maybe of finding my way into a big adventure.

The gym is always open, except when it's closed.

You've read half the books in this house? This whole house?" "Well, approximately half." Sticky said. "To be more accurate, I suppose I've read more like" - his eyes went up as he calculated - "three sevenths? Yes, three sevenths." "Only three sevenths?" said Kate, pretending to look disappointed. "And here I was prepared to be impressed.