Ally Carter Quotes

I have teenage boys and I think teenage boys require a father to have eyeballs on them at all times.

I discovered that seventeen-year-old girls have such huge verbal energy that their brain drives them to expend it every twenty seconds. On the third day I decided I had to find her a boyfriend -- if possible, a deaf one.

Algebra looked like Chinese characters to me, and I could never get into reading Shakespeare. I just did not get it.

Not understanding anything is terrible, because I communicate very much in my real life.

People who do not speak our language very well do complain of feeling rebuffed by French people, who can sometimes be impatient, or even intolerant.

If we ever start communicating with living creatures from other planets, the number one priority is, how are you going to communicate information? Even between different cultures here on Earth, you get into communication problems.

In Japan, you have no idea what they are saying, and they can't help you either. Nothing makes any sense. They're very polite, but you feel like a joke is being played on you the entire time you're there.

I don't understand boys - just ask my husband.

I just don't get boys; I don't really get men.

As long as you are successful and winning matches, the language is no problem at all. But when the results are insufficient, the difficulties begin. At this time, a coach needs to go into more detail with his instructions, and that's where the problems can lie.

Girls... they test you, and I don't like that. I don't get it. They do things, and then when you respond, they get mad. It's so confusing, I can't even explain it.

I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now; everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know.

Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.

She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.

There,” she said triumphantly. “Like that.” He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. “Like what?” “That! What you just said.” He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldn’t speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all.

Spending all my remaining money on a ticket to Florence was rendered needlessly complicated by the fact that none of the ticket-sellers had ever heard of the place. At last their supervisor showed up and set them straight by informing them that the city they had always referred to as 'Firenze' was in reality called Florence.

My life has been a kind of mystery to me. By all my logical, linear thinking I started out in school as a little boy, I didn't have a clue about anything. What they were talking about in school, couldn't play sports, couldn't learn, and I was bottom of the class.

An adolescent is both an impulsive child and a self-starting adult.

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

There are some days when no matter what I say it feels like I'm far away in another country & whoever is doing the translating has had far too much to drink.

Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.

The only sex education my mother ever gave me was the injunction: 'Never let a boy touch you down there.' I had no idea what she meant. She seemed to be referring to my knees.

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.

You are beyond frustrating," she grumbled. "Why can't you do what I ask you to do without issuing a million questions first?" "I could say the same of you." "I don't--Argh." She raised a fist at him. "So maybe I do ask a lot of questions. So what. Anyone in my position would do the same. Besides, I'm a girl and that's my job. You're a boy. You're supposed to pound your chest with your fists and grunt, then do everything in your power to please me." "Hardly. The man you just described is more likely to knock you over the head with a club and drag you away by the hair." -Annabelle and Zacharel