Let Me Tell You, Alex.

There's A Name For People With An Interest In The Moon," Alex Said. "they're Called Lunatics.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

All That Sadness. All That Anger. It Is The Smoke That Gets Into Your Eyes. If You Do Not Blow It Away, How Can You Hope To See?

The School Even Had A Latin Motto: Pergo Et Perago, Which Sounded Like The Story Of Two Italian Cannibals But Which Actually Meant “i Try And I Achieve.

My Favorite Part Of Writing A Book Is Thinking Up The Ideas, And That Can Start A Long Time Before I Actually Sit Down At My Desk.