Hoot Quotes

“Sometimes you're going to be faced with situations where the line isn't clear between what's right and what's wrong.Your heart will tell you to do one thing and your brain will tell you to do something different. In the end, all that's left is to look at both sides and go with your best judgment.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Roy remembered the time he and his father had a talk about fighting. 'It's important to stand up for what's right,' Mr. Eberhardt had said, 'but sometimes there's a fine line between courage and stupidity.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Just because something was legal didn't automatically make it right.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Disney world is an armpit,compared to Montana!!”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Cleveland, Ohio,”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“He paused and manufactured a chuckle.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Garrett said, “Dude, here’s the killer—Dana told ’em he was you!” “Oh, nice.” “What a butthead, huh?” “And they probably believed him,” Roy said. “Not even for a minute.” “Was he alone?” Roy asked. “Anybody else get arrested?” Anybody like Beatrice Leep’s stepbrother? he wanted to say. “Nope. Just him,” Garrett said, “and guess what—he’s got a record!” “A record?” “A rap sheet, dude. Dana’s been busted before, is what the cops told my mom.” Again, Roy wasn’t exactly shocked by the news. “Busted for what?” “Shoplifting, breakin’ into Coke machines—stuff like that,” Garrett said. “One time he even knocked down a lady and swiped her purse. Mom made me promise not to tell. It’s supposed to be a secret, since Dana’s still a minor.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“to a perfectly terrible day.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“EIGHT”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Dessert was an over baked chocolate chip cookies the size of a hockey puck and just about as tasty.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Guess I’ll have to come back another day and try again, Roy thought. That’s what a real Florida boy would do.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“The vandals didn’t stand a chance against five hundred–odd pounds of badass dog flesh. They”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Officer Delinko thought the bald man must have a good sense of humor to go by such a nickname, but he was wrong. Curly was cranky and unsmiling.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“You”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“What he did was salute crisply, spin around, drop his pants, and bend over.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“The next morning, Roy traded seats on the school bus to be closer to the front door. When the bus turned onto the street where he had seen the running boy, Roy slipped his backpack over his shoulders and scouted out the window, waiting. Seven rows back, Dana Matherson was tormenting a sixth grader named Louis. Louis was from Haiti and Dana was merciless. As the bus came to a stop at the intersection, Roy poked his head out the window and checked up and down the street. Nobody was running. Seven kids boarded the bus, but the strange shoeless boy was not among them. It was the same story the next day, and the day after that. By Friday, Roy had pretty much given up. He was sitting ten rows from the door, reading an X-Man comic, as the bus turned the familiar corner and began to slow down. A movement at the corner of his eye made Roy glance up from his comic book—and there he was on the sidewalk, running again! Same basketball jersey, same grimy shorts, same black-soled feet. As the brakes of the school bus wheezed, Roy grabbed his backpack off the floor and stood up. At that instant, two big sweaty hands closed around his neck. “Where ya goin’, cowgirl?” “Lemme go,” Roy rasped, squirming to break free. The grip on his throat tightened. He felt Dana’s ashtray breath on his right ear: “How come you don’t got your boots on today? Who ever heard of a cowgirl wearing Air Jordans?” “They’re Reeboks,” Roy squeaked. The bus had stopped, and the students were starting to board. Roy was furious. He had to get to the door fast, before the driver closed it and the bus began to roll. But Dana wouldn’t let go, digging his fingers into Roy’s windpipe. Roy was having trouble getting air, and struggling only made it worse. “Look at you,” Dana chortled from behind, “red as a tomato!” Roy knew the rules against fighting on the bus, but he couldn’t think of anything else to do. He clenched his right fist and brought it up blindly over his shoulder, as hard as he could.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“Luckily the next day was Saturday, so Roy didn’t have to get up early to catch the school bus. As he sat down for breakfast, the phone rang. It was Garrett. He’d never before called Roy, but now he wanted him to go skateboarding at the outlet mall.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“He just wanted to blend in quietly and not be noticed, like a bug on a riverbank.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“couldn’t”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“devastated”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“determined”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot

“The classroom fell quiet, a long heavy silence that roared in Roy's ears like a train.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Hoot