I’ll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a f...
Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.
An eleven-year-old girl sitting on this fire escape could imagine that she was living in a tree.
When I grow up and know that I am going to have a baby, I will remember to walk proud and slow..
That 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 words...
She wept when they gave birth to daughters, knowing that to be born a woman meant a life of humble hardship.
It doesn't take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.
Francie loved the smell of coffee and the way it was hot. As she ate her bread and meat, she kept one hand curved about the cup enjoying its warmth. From time to time, she’d smell the bitter sweetness...
Francie always remembered what the kind teacher told her. 'You know, Francie, a lot of people would think that these stories that you're making up all the time were terrible lies because they are not...
All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life it's in him to live.
After Election, the politicians forgot their promises and enjoyed an earned rest until New Year, when they started work on the next Election.
The reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only - the something different from anyone else in the two families. It was what God or wha...