My Name Is Carter Kane. I'm Fourteen

Ever Had A Flying Burrito Hit You? Well, It's A Deadly Projectile, Right Up There With Cannonballs And Grenades.

Getting Something And Having The Wits To Use It...those Are Two Different Things.

Do Yourself A Favor,' I Said. "forget It. Forget You Ever Saw Me." "forget That You Tried To Kill Me Too?" "yeah. That, Too." "but Who Are You?" "percy-" I Started To Say. Then The Skeletons Turned Around. "gotta Go!" "what Kind Of Name Is Percy Gotta-go?" I Bolted For The Exit.

Please, Percy...change Your Clothes. You Smell Like You've Been Run Over By An Electric Horse.

Knowledge Of Any Value Can't Be Given. It Must Be Sought And Earned