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Remember, children. For every exit, there is also an entrance. ~ Milligan, The Mysterious Benedict Society
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May your adventures bring you closer together, even as they take you far away from home.
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Oh, here's a clever one. Do you remember this question from the first test?It reads, 'What wrong with this statement?' And do you know what Constance wrote in reply? She wrote, 'What's wrong with you?
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Milligan! Come and tell us why you're so dreadfully glum!" ~ Constance, The Mysterious Benedict Society
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You are the smartest children i know. You just don't beleive it.
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I tend to find characters who lack vulnerability dull.
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What is life without laughter?
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Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as...as..." "Dead mice?" Reynie suggested. "Perfect," said Kate with an approving nod. "As quiet as dead mice.
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In other words, you are our last possible hope. You are our only hope.
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Oh dear,"cried Rhonda just then, for Mr. Benedict, awash in strong emotion, has gone to sleep.with a sudden loud snore he toppled forward into the attentive arms of Rhonda and Number Two, who eased him to the floor. "What's wrong with him?" Constance asked. "He has narcolepsy," said Kate. "He steals a lot?" "That's kleptomania," Sticky said. "Mr. Benedict sleeps a lot.
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And please don't call me that." I didn't call you 'that', I called you George Washington.
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Children are capable of such open rudeness.
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They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.
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Reynie's fce fell. 'It's not funny, Kate.' For a moment - a fleeting moment - Kate looked desperately sad. 'Well, of course it's not funny, Reynie Muldoon. But what do you want me to do? Cry?
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Nicholas Benedict did have an exceptional gift for knowing things (more exceptional, in fact, than most adults would have thought possible), and yet not even he could know that this next chapter was to be the most unusual-and most important-of his entire childhood. Indeed, the strange days that lay ahead would change him forever, though for now they had less substance than the mist through which he ran.
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If we're just trying to be accurate, then how about 'The Doomed to Fail Bunch'?" said Constance. "Honestly! We can't even name ourselves.
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'Is that really the best you can say? An average-looking boy? An awful lot of boys are average-looking, S.Q.!' And poor S.Q., he just kept arguing that 'this boy was especially average-looking.' " ~ Kate Wetherall, The Mysterious Benedict Society
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I've only just arrived, Kate. It may surprise you to learn that you were my top priority.
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Au contraire..." "What?" Constance demanded. Curtain blinked. ~ The Perilous Journey
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Is this what family is like: the feeling that everyone’s connected, that with one piece missing, the whole thing’s broken?
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Don't thank me,' Mr. Curtain called as the door slid closed. 'Impress me!
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Daddy, will you take me to the mill, again?
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The gym is always open, except when it's closed.
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In the candle's flickering light, the library's thousands of books emerged from the shadows, and for a moment Nicholas could not help admiring them again. During free time he had almost never looked up from the pages he was reading, but now he saw the books anew, from without rather than from within, and was reminded of how beautiful they were simply as objects. The geometrical wonder of them all, each book on its own and all the books together, row upon row, the infinite patterns and possibilities they presented. They were truly lovely.
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