Quote by Neil Gaiman

“How do you know?" She shrugged. "Once you’ve been around for a bit, you get to know stuff." I kicked a stone. "By 'a…

— Neil Gaiman

“How old are you, really?” I asked. “Eleven.” I thought for a bit. Then I asked, “How long have you been eleven for?”

— Neil Gaiman

“How old are you, really?’ I asked. ‘Eleven.’ I thought for a while. Then I asked, ‘How long have you been eleven for?’ She”

— Neil Gaiman

How old are you?” she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.” “And how long have you been seventeen?” I tried not to…

— Stephenie Meyer

“How old is the lad?' inquired Barceló, inspecting me out of the corner of his eye. 'Almost eleven,' I announced. Barceló flashed a sly…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road.…

— Stephenie Meyer

“How old are you?" Isa gasped. Okay, so she hadn't gotten around to asking some things. "One hundred and forty-three," Chance supplied, giving her…

— Jeaniene Frost

“How old are you?" I asked, my head cocked to the side. "Nineteen." It was too much to resist. "And how long have you…

— Heather Hildenbrand

“But my favorite half-smile appeared on his mouth. I wanted to live in it. "How long do you want me?" he asked. How long…

— Michelle Hodkin

“... not within my memory." "All 300 years of it?" That comment earned her a frown. "My apologies," she amended lightly. "I supposed I…

— Shelly Thacker

“How old are you Cam?” “Old as my tongue, bit older than my teeth,” he says with a shrug and looks away from me.”

— Lesley Jones

“I’m thirteen—and a half.” He looks at me suspiciously. “Weren’t you eleven last”

— Regina Calcaterra