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"Gadgets. It was all because he loved gadgets. When he looked back later on, Josh decided that was how it started...He was just an ordinary boy - except for four things." "

"I was the ghost of the school corridors. Skye was the devil. And I was doomed from the day she spoke to me. "

"I can hear her banging around in the kitchen. The trouble is I'm not sure what she's thinking. Is she thinking about me? And if she is thinking about me, what will she do next?"

"It's actually a kind of complicated story, involving at least a half a dozen mysteries, plus dead people, naked people, fake people, teen sex, weird sex, drugs, ESP, Satanism, books, blood, Bubblegum, guiters, monks, faith, love, witchcraft, the Bible, girls, a war, asecret code, a head injury, the Crusades, some crimes, mispronunication skils, a mystery woman, a devil-head, a blow job and rock and roll. It pretty much destroyed the world as I had known it up to that point. And I am not even exaggerating that much. I swear."

"June 7, 1:40 p.m. Today's the last day of school, the only day of school I look forward to. I grab my basketball and head to Mr. Glick's class. Once I make it through that I'm free for the entire summer. Good-bye, school - hello camp!"

"I feel myself cracking inside. It's pitch black in here, and I figure I can get away with letting a few tear roll down my cheeks. There's a long silence, and I wipe my eyes and running nose on my sleeve, being careful not to sniffle. Suddenly I realize that I am really tired, but I'm tired of pretending that this isn't bothering me"

"Conrad felt like a giant as he strolled through the ancients streets of Kharkov, seven hundred kilometers south of Moscow...In his freshly pressed black uniform with its silver insignia glinting in the spring sun, he looked like a large bird of prey. His pale blue eyes darted back and forth as if he was hunting."

"The terms Young Republicann and cavity search don't often appear together. Republicans don't have cavity searches. According to my oldest friend, Melinda Rapaport, we don't even have cavities.

"Some bystanders jeered. Others whistled. A few, who had grown tired of leaping over the bonfire, sat in the grass or stared into the flames with a kind of stubborn expectation. This was the night fairies could speak with human voices. This was the night that certain blooming flowers, when picked, promised everlasting bliss. Anything was possible...