Framed!

Once you're certain about something, you no longer question it. And if you don't question what you think you know, then you'll only ever see the big things and TOAST is worthless to you." "Let me get this straight," she replied. "You're saying that big things, like everybody believing something, block the important details from view.

If you trust me with a secret, that means you trust my judgment with regard to the information. Not that you get to dictate that judgment for me. (Agent Marcus Rivers)

Nerds really do make the world go round.

I could just imagine the funeral, with my FBI instructor saying, “I told him not to antagonize his captor.” And Margaret shaking her head and responding, “And I told him not to go behind the Safeway.

I’m incomplete. Like a book with the first chapter torn out.

Don’t feel bad. He does that to everyone. You just got TOASTed.

a chain is only as strong as its weakest link

TOAST’ stands for the Theory of All Small Things.

only painted for about ten years but still created more than two thousand works of art.

THERE ARE SOME THINGS, LIKE breathing and walking, that you do automatically. And since you don’t really think about them, they’re hard to teach. For example, how would you teach somebody to breathe? Would you make up a list of step-by-step instructions? 1. Suck air through nose 2. Blow air back through nose 3. Repeat twenty thousand times every day

How did you know that?” she demanded. “Did you just TOAST me again?

Okay,” Rivers replied. “Maybe I wasn't supposed to say anything about that. Just act surprised when they tell you.

When I landed on the mat, the image that ran through my head was that of my mother slamming dough against the counter when she makes homemade pizza.

Mr. Campbell and I did so many high fives the palm of my hand turned red.

Your tattoo doesn’t make sense. You’re a tough guy, not a flower guy. Then I remembered the Romanian word for daisy—margareta, MARGARET A. The twenty-four/seven is the European style for the twenty-fourth of July. That’s her real birthday, right? July twenty-fourth?” I looked across the table and saw him turn into an entirely different man. “You’re Margaret’s father.

And where did you learn this theory? Philosophy class? Spy school?