City Spies Quotes

“But you don’t have to be part of a group to understand that they’re being mistreated. Justice doesn’t require a membership card. Just a sense of right and wrong.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Only fools and liars speak with certainty about things beyond their control.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“You cannot achieve what you cannot believe.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Justice doesn’t require a membership card. Just a sense of right and wrong.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Bad guys never wait, so good guys can’t be late.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“No buts,” Rio said, cutting her off. “There’s no way I’m changing my mind.” “I’ll give you the other half of my sandwich,” she said, holding it up. “Deal,” he said without hesitation as he snatched it from her hand. “Kat’s the lookout.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“DISLIKES: Practically allergic to following rules.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“you don’t have to be part of a group to understand that they’re being mistreated.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“All rise for the Honorable Lyman J. Pancake. Court is now in session.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Life is filled with probables, I guess we're both going to have to get used to them.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“good guys”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“She handed it to him, and he studied it. "Whenever I would move into a new foster home, I'd put it up on a shelf near the window," she said. "I think some part of me thought it would help guide my family back to me." The memory of this caused her to pause for a moment. "Then one time, a boy in one of the houses was made at me, so he threw it against the wall and shattered it." She wiped a tear out of her eye. "My foster parents threw it away, but I went out to the trash and found it. I taped it back together and hid it in my shoebox." Mother was touched. "I can't take this from you." "I want you to have it," she said. "Put it by the window, so it can guide your children back to you." "No." he said near tears. "This is for your family." Brooklyn turned and looked out the window back toward the FARM. The rest of the team was playing soccer in the yard. They were kicking the ball back and forth, laughing. Monty was watching, sharing encouragement. Everyone was happy. "I don't need it anymore," she said turning back to him. " I found my family.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Only fools and liars speak with certainty about things beyond their control,”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“they seemed completely unaware he was there. To remedy this, he opened a small red canister of Pringles, took out a potato chip, and crunched it as loudly as he could. This startled them both.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Did the Americans arrest him?” asked Brooklyn. “No, they didn’t,” he said. “You see, there was a slight problem—he’d been dead for nearly three years.” Brooklyn’s eyes opened wide. “That’s more than a slight problem.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Je ne suis pas la police,”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Call us the City Spies.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“The speaker onstage was a French actor Sydney didn’t recognize, but when he finished, the crowd cheered. “I don’t know what he said, but it must’ve been good,” she told Mother. “Maybe I should give my speech in French too.” “I’m not sure that’s the best idea,” he replied. “Especially since you only know about a dozen French words.” “Good point,” she said. “Although, on the plus side, I could say them all and still finish under my time limit.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“He was tall and thin with a thatch of unruly black hair. His suit was impeccable. His tie matched his pocket square. And he spoke with a British accent. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said politely. “But I believe you’re in my seat.” “You’ve got the wrong room,” grumbled Stubbs. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m having a conference with my client.” “Except, according to this Substitution of Counsel form, she’s my client,” the other man replied as he showed Stubbs a piece of paper. This brought an instant smile to Sara’s face. Stubbs eyed the man. “That doesn’t make any sense. She can’t afford a fancy lawyer like you. She doesn’t have any money.” “Of course she doesn’t have any money. She’s twelve. Twelve-year-olds don’t have money. They have bicycles and rucksacks. This one, however, also happens to have an attorney. This paper says I’ve been retained to represent Ms. Sara Maria Martinez.” He turned to her and smiled. “Is that you?” “Yes, sir.” “Brilliant. That means I’m in the right place.” “Who retained you?” asked the public defender. “An interested party,” said the man. “Beyond that, it’s not your concern. So if you’ll please leave, Sara and I have much to talk about. We’re due before a judge shortly.” Stubbs mumbled to himself as he shoveled his papers into his briefcase. “I’m going to check this out.” “There’s a lovely lady named Valerie who can help you,” said the British man. “She’s with the clerk of the court on the seventh floor.” “I know where she is,” Stubbs snapped as he squeezed past the man into the hallway. He started to say something else, but instead just made a frustrated noise and stormed off. Once Stubbs was gone, the new attorney closed the door and sat across from Sara. “I’ve never seen that before,” he marveled. “He literally left the room in a huff.” She had no idea who might have hired an attorney for her, but she was certainly happy with the change. “I’ve never seen it either.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“My secret entrance,” he said. “It’s funny if you think about it. The thing that kept him alive was traveling through the City of the Dead.” “The what of the what?” Brooklyn asked, alarmed.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“The twenty-fourth baron of Aisling,” answered Sydney. “But we just call him Big Bill.” “It was thought that the twenty-third baron had no surviving relatives,” said Mother. “But, right before he passed away, a successful industrialist and distant cousin named William Maxwell was discovered living in Los Angeles. As the only heir, he inherited all of this.” “If he inherited it, why are we here?” asked Sara. “He didn’t want to leave sunny California for gloomy Scotland,” said Sydney. “And since he was already rich, he decided to use his inheritance to create the Foundation for Atmospheric Research and Monitoring. That’s how an old Scottish manor house become a state-of-the-art weather station and research center.” “You’ll have to memorize all this for the tours,” said Mother. “Tours?” “Weather Weirdos,” Sydney said, shaking her head. “They knock on the door at all hours and ask to look around.” “I prefer the term ‘meteorology enthusiasts,’ ” said Mother. “And we’re happy to welcome them. It’s all part of our mission as defined by the baron. He thought the study of ocean and weather patterns was vitally important. The fact that this house overlooks the North Sea made it an ideal location to do both.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Mother smirked. “Pancake? Maybe I should’ve gone with Honeybuns after all. We would’ve been like a breakfast buffet.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Justice doesn’t require a membership card. Just a sense of right and”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“MI6.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“airfield”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“2.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“Downstairs they exited the building into a small employee parking lot and headed straight for a sports car that looked like it belonged in a James Bond movie. It was sleek, with tinted windows and a matte black paint job. As she walked toward it, Sara wondered if it came fully loaded with secret weapons and an ejector seat. She was just about to run her fingers along the body when Mother called her. “Sorry, but that’s not ours,” he said. She turned to see that he and Sydney had stopped at an oldish Volvo station wagon that looked more mom than Bond.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“window shattering due to the heat.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“As he came out from behind the counter, he walked with the help of a cane that had the name “Harry” written on its barrel. “I thought your name was Reggie,” said Rio. “It is,” said the man. “Then who’s Harry?” Rio asked, pointing at the name. “Harry’s the cane,” Reggie explained. It took a moment, but Paris was the first to get the joke, and, when he did, he laughed hard. “You named your cane after the footballer?” “Indeed I did!” Reg shot him a wink and smiled. “We’re called the Three Lions for a reason.” The hotel was named after England’s national soccer team, which was nicknamed the Three Lions because of the lions on the crest of King Richard the Lionheart, which they wore on their jerseys. Harry Kane had been the captain of the team during the 2018 World Cup and won the Golden Boot as the tournament’s highest scorer.”
― James Ponti, City Spies

“twin-engine turbo-prop Beechcraft King Air B200”
― James Ponti, City Spies