“What scared Stanley the most about dying wasn't his actual death. He figured he could handle the pain. It wouldn't be much worse than what he felt now. In fact, maybe at the moment of his death he would be… — Louis Sachar Copy Share Image
“And what would you like, Sharie?" asked Miss Mush. "What do you have?" asked Sharie. "Potato salad". "What else is there?" asked Sharie. "Nothing"… — Louis Sachar Copy Share Image
I think of a book and a play, or a book and a movie, as two separate things - I don't think of it… — Louis Sachar Copy Share Image
Rattlesnakes would be a lot more dangerous if they didn't have the rattle. — Louis Sachar Copy Share Image
I jog in the morning and then write for about two hours. There are times when I'm really excited and can't wait to get… — Louis Sachar Copy Share Image
“He didn’t have any friends at home. He was overweight and the kids at his middle school often teased him about his size. Even his teachers sometimes made cruel comments without realizing it. On his last day of school, his math teacher, Mrs. Bell, taught ratios. As an example, she chose the heaviest kid in the class and the lightest… — Louis Sachar Copy Share
“If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer. While the wolf waits below, hungry… — Louis Sachar Copy Share Image
But don't forget who you really are. And I'm not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you're alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless… — Louis Sachar Copy Share
