Fuzzy Mud Quotes

“After all, if you’re not scared, then there’s nothing to be brave about, is there?”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“Well, not exactly. I got a C-minus on the paper I wrote about my idea for the ergie. So then”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“LOUIS SACHAR is the author of the New York Times #1 bestseller Holes, winner of the Newbery Medal, the National Book Award, and the Christopher Award. He is also the author of Stanley Yelnats’ Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake; Small Steps, winner of the Schneider Family Book Award; and The Cardturner, a Publishers Weekly Best Book, a Parents’ Choice Gold Award recipient, and an ALA-YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults book. His books for younger readers include There’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom, The Boy Who Lost His Face, Dogs Don’t Tell Jokes, and the Marvin Redpost series, among many others.”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“SENATOR HALTINGS: Excuse me, did you just say Dr. Crumbly is a vet?”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“she found herself staring at a large puddle of some kind of fuzz-covered mud. Her mind barely registered it at first, but the more she gazed at the odd-looking mud, the more it drew her attention. The mud was dark and tar-like. Just above the surface, almost as if it were suspended in midair, there was a fuzzy yellowish-brown scum.”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“The guy can’t chew his own food,” said the first boy. “So his dogs have to chew it up for him. Then they spit it out, and then he eats it.”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“spotted”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“uniform,”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud

“Beyond the soccer field, the ground sloped down unevenly toward the chain-link fence that separated the schoolyard from the woods. As they moved closer to the fence, Tamaya could feel her heartbeat quicken. The air was cool and damp, but her throat felt dry and tight. Just a few weeks before, the woods had sparkled with bright fall colors. Looking out the window from her classroom on the fourth floor, she’d been able to see every shade of red, orange, and yellow, so bright some days that it had looked as though the hillside were on fire. But now the colors had faded and the trees looked dark and gloomy.”
― Louis Sachar, Fuzzy Mud