But this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down...this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it's stump-this tree lived!It lived! And nothing could destroy it.
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed...
Arriving at the store, she walked up and down the aisles handling any object her fancy favored. What a wonderful feeling to pick something up, hold it for a moment, feel its contour, run her hand over...
And he asked for her whole life as simply as he'd ask for a date. And she promised away her whole life as simply as she'd offer a hand in greeting or farewell.
And Francie whispered yeah in agreement. She was proud of that smell. It let her know that nearby was a waterway, which, dirty though it was, joined a river that flowed out to the sea. To her, the stu...
Although Katie had this same flair for coloring an incident and Johnny himself lived in a half-dream world, yet they tried to squelch these things in their child. Maybe they had a good reason. Maybe t...
A person who pulls himself up from a low environment via the boot strap route has two choices. Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and ke...
I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
[t]he child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she . She must start out by believing...
What must I do, Mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start? The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read. Every day you must read one page from so...
Was that a bad lady, Papa? she asked eagerly.No.But she looked bad.There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
Was that a bad lady, Papa? Francis asked eagerly.No.But she looked bad.There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people who are unlucky.
They were in Julius Caesar now and the stage direction Alarum confused Katie. She thought it had something to do with fire engines and whenever she came to that word, she shouted out clang-clang. The...
There was a special Nolan idea about the coffee. It was their one great luxury. Mama made a big potful each morning and reheated it for dinner and supper and it got stronger as the day wore on. It was...
There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
The neighborhood stores are an important part of a city child's life. They are his contact with the supplies that keep life going; they hold the beauty that his soul longs for; they hold the unattaina...
The difference was that Flossie Gaddis was starved about men and Sissy was healthily hungry about them. And what a difference that made.
She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again. Eyes changed after they looked at new things. If in the years to be she were to come back, h...
She loved books. She loved them with her senses and her intellect. They way they looked and smelled; the way they felt in her hands; the way the pages seemed to murmur as she turned them. Everything t...
She knew from listening to her grandmother that old age was made up of such remembrances of youth.But she didn’t want to recall things. She wanted to live things—or as a compromise, re-live rather tha...