“Bob exploded. ‘There is no such thing as a casual conversation with my mother. Every single word will be twisted recognition until before you know it you’re playing Russian roulette in a wind tunnel with a psychotic dwarf, having wagered your birthright for a piece of cheese...”

“Bob exploded. ‘There is no such thing as a casual conversation with my mother. Every single word will be twisted recognition until before you know it you’re playing Russian roulette in a wind tunnel with a psychotic dwarf, having wagered your birthright for a piece of cheese...”

— Meg Rosoff