@Alexandra! I ADORE THE CANDYMAKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! I'll be reading The Glass Sentence soon-I just picked it up for about $1.00 at my library's book sale. Score!

"Jonas hurried through the door and found himself in a comfortable living area. It was not unlike his families own dwelling. Furniture was standard throughout the community: practical, sturdy, the function of each piece clearly defined. A bed for sleeping. A table for eating. A desk for studying."

~The Giver by Lois Lowry(again, just finished it, from the book sale too. Best. Book. In the past hour. I've . Ever. Read. (XD) 

Great idea!

Of all of us, my brother Danny is the most like our father. Same strong jaw, same wiry build. When he's in his wrestling singlet, he looks almost exactly the same as our dad in his yearbook pictures.  

~ Absolutely Truly, by Heather Vogel Frederick. 

"I knew a man once, Parker, who let a world-famous poisoner slip through his fingers because th machine on the Underground took nothing but pennies. There was a queue at the booking office and the man at the barrier stopped him, and while they were arguing about accepting a five-pound-note (which was all he had) for a two-penny ride to Baker Street, the ciminal had sprung into a Cicle train, and was next heard of in Constantinople, disguised as an elderly Church of England clergyman touring with his niece. Are we all ready? Go!"

From Whose Body (a rather silly and entertaining mystery that no one has ever heard of) by Dorothy L. Sayers

Whoever posted a The Dark is Rising quote (I saw the name Merriman and I new immediately what it was from), I enjoyed that book but thought it highly confusing in places. 

'You relieve my apprehensions. I am only too well aware that, when fairly launched on the topic of fish, I am more than apt to weary my audience. I cannot understand this enthusiasm for fish. My uncle used to talk about an unusually large catch of of pilchards in Cornwall in much the same awed way as a right-minded curate would talk about the spiritual excellence of his bishop. To me, Miss Clarkson, from the very start, the fish business was what I can only describe as a wash-out. It nauseated my finer feelings. It got right in amongst my fibres, I had to rise and partake of a simple breakfast at about four in the morning, after which I would make my way to Billingsgate Market and stand for some hours knee-deep in dead fish of every description. A jolly life for a cat, no doubt, but a bit too thick for a Shropshire Psmith.'  

Leave it to Psmith by P.G Woodhouse. He was an English humor author who wrote satire about the british upper class, and he is really funny.