Michael Grant (author, born 1954) Quotes

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Let me guess: you're secretly a wizard who was raised by muggles.

Michael Grant
Beautiful songs could sometimes take a person out of themselves and carry them away to a place of magic. But when Jill sang, it was not about the song, really. She could sing the phone book. She could sing a shopping list. Whatever she sang, whatever the words or the tune, it was so beautiful, so achingly lovely, that no one could listen and be untouched.

Michael Grant
Guilt was a fascinating thing: it seemed not to weaken over time. If anything it grew stronger as the circumstances faded from memory, as the fear and the necessity became abstract. And only her own actions stood out with crystal clarity.

Michael Grant
"Oh, Snap," I say.
"What?"
"Sorry. I was flashing back to 2005."

Michael Grant
Here's the thing: I am not beautiful. I'm pretty. I'll allow that much. Pretty. But I'm not the girl boys long for.

Michael Grant
The point is, Caine continued, you and I share something in common, Sam. We were born just three minutes apart. Sam felt a tingle go up his spine. Three minutes, Caine said, moving closer. You go first. And then me. No, Sam said. It can't be. It can, Caine said. It is. And you are… brother.

Michael Grant
Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.

Michael Grant
He found a set of encyclopedias—like Wikipedia, but paper and very bulky.

Michael Grant
He's one kind of person, you're another. When life is going along normally, you're sort of the same. But when life turns strange and scary, when there's a crisis, suddenly you're completely different people.

Michael Grant
She placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared. She would stop the blood. She would hold him and stop his life from escaping. She would hold life inside him and he wouldn't die

Michael Grant
But if all they did was kill time, time would end up killing them.

Michael Grant
Paranoia," Sam muttered. "You're going slowly nuts, dude. Or maybe not so slowly, since you're talking to yourself.

Michael Grant
One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone. There. Gone. No 'poof.' No flash of light. No explosion.

Michael Grant