Ransom Riggs

Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid..and wish you'd just stayed in bed?

I love you too, I wanted to say with as much hurtful sarcasm as I could muster, but she hadn't seen me, and I kept quiet. I did love her, of course, but mostly just because loving your mother is mandatory, not because she's someone I think I'd like very much if I met her walking down the street. Which she wouldn't be anyway; walking is for poor people

They may love you', she whispered, 'but they'll never understand.

You may choose to live in a world of fantasy if you like, my dear, but I am a realist.

I'd never asked what year it was here-1492? 1750?-though to the animals I guess it hardly mattered. This was a safe place apart from the world of people, and only in the world of people did the year make any difference.

Miss Peregrine__ Home for Peculiar Children is a amazing book, I love it

It seemed like my parents were always trying to get me to care about money, but I didn__, really. Then again, it's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.

It's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.

You have your world to rebuild, and I have mine.

At the heart of nature__ mystery lies another mystery.

Is anything illegal here?' Addison asked.'Library late fines are stiff. Ten lashes a day, and that's just for paperbacks.'There's a library?''Two. Though one won't lend because all the books are bound in human skin and quite valuable.

Millard! Who's the prime minister?""Winston Churchill," he said. "Have you gone daft?""What's the capital of Burma?""Lord, I've no idea. Rangoon?""Good! When's your birthday?""Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!

What a beautiful day to go to hell

You're upset, you're cold, and you're wet, wouldn't you rather discuss all this over a pot of hot tea?" Yes, but I wasn't going to say so.

Consider the simple hedgehog, and his neighbor, the opossum...do they waste their energy trying to throw one another into chasms when they face a common enemy, the winter? No!

...slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.

But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around--they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don't recognize them for what they are until it's too late.

Hugh and Fiona stood off to one side, their hands linked and foreheads touching, saying goodbye in their own quiet way. Finally, we'd all finished with Claire and were ready to go, but no one wanted to disturb them, so we stood watching as Fiona pulled away from Hugh, shook a few seeds from her nest of wild hair, and grew a rose bush heavy with red flowers right where they stood. Hugh's bees rushed to pollinate it, and while they were occupied_ as if she'd done it just so they could have a moment to themselves_ Fiona embraced him and whispered something in his ear, and Hugh nodded and whispered.