The sad thing was in the knowing that all their nerve would get them nowhere in the world and that they were lost as all people in Brooklyn seem lost when the day is nearly over and even though the su...
The tree man eulogized them by screaming, 'And now get the hell out of here with your tree, you lousy bastards.'Francie had heard swearing since she had heard words. Obscenity and profanity had no mea...
The world was hers for the reading.
Then I've been drunk, too, admitted Francie.On beer?No. Last spring, in McCarren's Park, I saw a tulip for the first time in my life.
There are two truths, said Katie finally. As a mother, I say it would have been a terrible thing for a girl to sleep with a stranger--a man she had known less than forty-eight hours. Horrible things m...
There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
There is here, what is not in the old country. In spite of hard, unfamiliar things, there is here - hope. In the old country, a man can be no more than his father, providing he works hard. If his fath...
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 were times though, especially towards the end of a long cold dark winter, when, no matter how hungry Francie was, nothing tasted good. That was big pickle time.
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..
There's a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up lots and out of...
They had grown out of childhood in the last few days. Christmas as Christmas had passed unnoticed since their father had died on Christmas day. Neeley’s thirteenth birthday had been lost somewhere in...
They lived comfortably and it was a good life they had...happy and full of small adventures.And they were so young and loved each other so much.
They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering Wes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel.
They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel.
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...
This could be a whole life, she thought. You work eight hours a day covering wires to earn money to buy food and to pay for a place to sleep so that you can keep living to come back to cover more wire...
This is the book, then , and the book of Shakespeare. And every day you must read a page of each to your child--even though you yourself do not understand what is written down and cannot sound the wor...
Well, there's a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.
Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.
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