From Katherine Paterson's Bridge to Terabithia
“Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity–Good.”
“If someone had asked Jared Grace what jobs his brother and sister would have when they grew up, he would have had no trouble replying.”
From Tony DiTerlizzi and Holly Black’s The Spiderwick Chronicles: The Field Guide
“‘Try it again,’ Percy told me.”
From Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Ship of the Dead
“When I was growing up, theater and music were my first loves, so my original show business goals revolved around being in musical comedies on Broadway, like Ethel Merman and Mary Martin.”
From Carol Burnett's In Such Good Company
“What you need to know about him back then is that if the police put seven college students in a lineup looking for the one who played trombone in the marching band, Calvin Sweeney would be picked, ten times out of ten.”
From Sue Halpern's Summer Hours at the Robbers Library
“There was a town, and there was a statue, and there was a person who had been kidnapped.”
From Lemony Snicket's All the Wrong Questions: When Did You See Her Last?
“Did things ever get so outlandishly rock-bottom rotten that you went around muttering, not necessarily out loud, but muttering nonetheless: I don’t believe it!”
From James Kirkwood's P.S. Your Cat Is Dead
“MacGyver opened his eyes.”
From Melinda Metz's Talk to the Paw
“The street lamp flickers, illuminating the grey pavement mottled by patches of dirty snow and slick black ice.”
From Shalini Boland's The Secret Mother
“Ho Chi Mihn City in the summer.”
Eion Colfer's Artemis Fowl
“There was a town, and there was a girl, and there was a theft.”
From Lemony Snicket's All the Wrong Questions: Who Could That Be at This Hour?
“Screw you, Bing Crosby.”
From Taylor Adams' No Exit
“It was noon–when the sun was at its highest point and the dog was at his lowest moments.”
Tom Sullivan and Betty White's Together: A Story of Shared Vision
“They say the best things in life are free.”
Tim Hawkins' Diary of a Jackwagon
“Nickie Randolph’s first sight of the town of Yonwood was a white steeple rising out of the pine forest that covered the mountainside.”
Jeanne DuPrau's The City of Ember: The Prophet of Yonwood
First Sentence of a New World 