The Ninth Life of Louis Drax

Mothers need air and space and freedom. They’re like birds, if you keep them in a cage they go mad.

Anyway I can say anything I want, because all feelings are allowed. Children should feel free to express their feelings even if they are negative. The world is a safe place, blah blah blah.

Ha ha, only joking.

If you pay someone, they shouldn’t argue with you.

yank you out,

my first reaction was one of surprise and bafflement. How could he have done it?

and I get lots of presents, and one of them’s a new hamster

I think my son’s a kind of angel

If you were a cat, Louis, you’d have used up eight of your lives by now. One for each year.

It’s a delirious kiss which I fall into like a sleepwalker.

Hello, Young Sir, he says. —Welcome to your ninth life.