Wayside School Is Falling Down Quotes

“Love is different from most things. If I gave my piece of chalk to someone, then I wouldn't have it anymore. But when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more you have left.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“Warning: Do not read this story right after eating. In fact, don't read it right before eating either. In fact, just to be safe, don't read this story if you're ever planning to eat again.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“Wayside school is falling down, falling down, falling down,
Wayside school is falling down my fair lady.

Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground,
Kids go splat as the hit the ground my fair lady
.
Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore,
Broken bones and blood and gore my fair lady.

We don't have to go to school no more, school no more, school no more,
We don't have to go to school no more my fair lady.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“And what would you like, Sharie?" asked Miss Mush.
"What do you have?" asked Sharie.
"Potato salad".
"What else is there?" asked Sharie.
"Nothing" said Miss Mush.
"Okay" said Sharie. "I'll have that."
"Potato salad?" asked Miss Mush.
"No,nothing." said Sharie.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“Tired,” said Jason. “S-L-E-E-P-Y. Tired.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground. Kids go splat as they hit the ground, my fair lady.” D.J. was walking across the playground with his head down.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“There were stairs that led down to the basement, too, but nobody ever went down there. There were dead rats living in the basement.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“Mushroom Surprise”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“That’s not weird,” said Jenny. “That’s normal. Try reading a story backward. That’s weird. I’m the weird one in this class.” “That’s a laugh!” said Rondi. “If you’re so weird, then how come you never asked Louis to kick you in the teeth? I’m the one who’s crazy!” “No, that’s not crazy,” said Todd. “I’ll tell”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“tell me how pickles are made? Yes, Bebe.” “In London,” said Bebe. “I suppose they make some pickles in London,” said Mrs. Jewls. “Okay, let’s start again. Calvin, what’s the capital of England?” “Could you write England on the board?” asked Calvin. “I can do a lot better when I can see the question.” Mrs. Jewls wrote England on the board. “Oh, okay,” said Calvin, now that he saw the question. “The capital of England is E.” “Yes, that’s one capital of England,” Mrs. Jewls had to admit. “Okay, I will say it one more time. The capital of England is London.” “Isn’t that where they make all the pickles?” asked Jenny.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“How to make pickles, seven plus four, and the capital of England.” All the children paid close attention. “The capital of England is London,” said Mrs. Jewls. “Seven plus four equals eleven. And pickles are made by sticking cucumbers in brine.” On her desk she had a box of cucumbers and a vat of brine for a demonstration. “Okay, Joe,” said Mrs. Jewls. “How much is seven plus four?” Joe shrugged. “But I just told you, Joe,” said Mrs. Jewls. “Weren’t you listening?” “I don’t know,” said Joe. “Okay, who can tell me how pickles are made? Yes, Jason.” “Eleven!” Jason declared. Mrs. Jewls frowned. “That’s a correct answer,” she said, “but unfortunately I didn’t ask the right question. Can anyone”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“It was a box of tissues.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“What do you eat?” she asked.
“Mulligan stew,” said Bob. “My friends and I collect scraps of food all day, and then we cook it up in a big pot and share it. It’s always different, but very tasty.”
“Why is it called mulligan stew?” asked Stephen.
“There was once a hobo named Mulligan,” said Bob. “He made the first mulligan stew.”
“Was he a good cook?” asked Todd.
“No, he was eaten by cannibals.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“Miss Zarves taught the class on the nineteenth story. There was no Miss Zarves.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“She didn’t want to miss this!”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“human!”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“Mugworm Griblick”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“There were dead rats living in the basement.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“down . . . to the basement.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“She walked up past the eighteenth story and toward the twentieth. There was no nineteenth story in Wayside School. Miss Zarves taught the class on the nineteenth story. There was no Miss Zarves.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“socks.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“used to check our fingernails. If they were dirty, she’d tell the whole class. ‘Louis has dirty fingernails this morning,’ she’d say in a really nasty voice. And if you talked in class, she would pick up the wastepaper basket and put it over your head. You had to leave it on your head until the bell rang.” “Did she ever put it over your head?” asked Todd. “Lots of times,” said Louis. Everybody laughed.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“FAT”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“pencil”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“Well,”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“Milk, please,” said Jason. “Just milk,” said Dameon. “Milk,” said D.J. “Milk,” said Leslie.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“Okay, Eric Ovens,” she said. Eric Ovens shivered. His eyes filled with tears. Why me? he asked himself over and over again as he walked down the stairs. It’s my parents’ fault! Why did they have to name me Eric? Why couldn’t they name me Osgood? He tapped on the door to the principal’s office. “Come in!” bellowed Mr. Kidswatter. Eric Ovens gulped, then walked inside. He sat in the little chair in front of Mr. Kidswatter’s enormous desk. Eric Fry was nowhere to be seen. “Wh-what ha-happened to Eric Fry?” he asked. “I’ll ask the questions!” barked Mr. Kidswatter.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“don’t have no school no more, school no more, school no more. We don’t have no school no more, my fair lady.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore,”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down

“Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground. Kids go splat as they hit the ground, my fair lady.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down