222 Quotes by Jonathan Stroud

Someone at Portland Row really missed you, you know... Me. – Holly.

Nothing could keep me from you. Nothing in life or Death...

Take his appearance. There was something about it that acted as a trigger to one’s worst instincts. His face was uniquely slappable – a nun would have ached to punch him – while his backside cried out to heaven for a well-placed kick.

What could it be? Not a date, surely – the boy’s got eyes.

Hey, it was his first time. I wanted to scare him.

You speak with eerie calm, but your face promises violence. I feel a little frightened.

Who says I’m dying? Did you see the amount of sheer effort it took me to escape the land of the dead? I’m not going back in now!

In the meantime,” he said, “There are ghosts to foil and lives to save. But right now, it’s a lovely evening and I’m going for a stroll. That was the other thing I’d wanted, to see if you’ll come with me?

He was very close to me. Our hands stayed on the windowsill like they were glued there. All at once he stepped back. “In the meantime,” he said, “there are ghosts to foil and lives to save. But right now it’s a lovely evening, and I’m going for a stroll. That was the other thing I wanted, to see if you’d come with me.” He adjusted his collar. “It’s the first outing for my new coat. What do you think of it?