Francie always remembered what that 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...
Anybody, said Johnny, carried away by his personal dream of Democracy, can ride in one of the hansom cabs, provided, he qualified, they get the money. So you can see what a free country we got here.Wh...
Now my wandering days are over. It will be bliss to settle down. Bliss. There's a word, now. Bliss to love and to be loved.
Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence. What was important was that the attempt to write stories kept her straight on the dividin...
People always think that happiness is a far away thing, something complicated and hard to get. yet, little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you...
You must learn to take a joke, Francie, otherwise life will be pretty hard on you.
Why can't they, she thought bitterly, just give the doll away without saying I am poor and she is rich? Why couldn't they just give it away without all the talking about it?
We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand ourselves.
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...
She sat in the sunshine watching the life on the street and guarding within herself, her own mystery of life.
Oh, to be a Chinaman, wished Francie, and have such a pretty toy to count on; oh, to eat all the lichee nuts she wanted and to know the mystery of the iron that was ever hot and yet never stood on a s...
No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew...
Neeley, if you had to die, wouldn't it be wonderful to die now—while you believed that everything was perfect, the way this night is perfect?
Katie stood alone...'They think this is so good,' he thought. 'They think it's good- the tree they got for nothing and their father playing up to them and the singing and the way the neighbors are hap...
Katie had married Johnny because she liked the way he sang and danced and dressed. Womanlike, she set about changing all those things in him after marriage.
Good-bye, Francie
Everything struggles to live.
And that's where the whole trouble is. We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves.
All she’d notice was that some things were strange because they reminded her of Brooklyn and that other things were strange because they were so different from Brooklyn. I guess there is nothing new,...
A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn't tell it like it was, you told it like you t...