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...
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.
And always, there was the magic of learning things.
The 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 believe. She must start out by belie...
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...
Had to be the dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background its flashing glory.
You took a walk on a Sunday afternoon and came to a nice neighborhood, very refined. You saw a small one of these trees through the iron gate leading to someone's yard and you knew that soon that sect...
You know, a lot of people would think that these stories that you're making up all the time were terrible lies because they are not the truth as people see the truth. In the future, when something com...
Wouldn't it be more of a free country, persisted Francie if we could ride in them free? No. Why? Because that would be Socialism, concluded Johnny triumphantly, and we don't want that over here. Why?...
Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.
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.
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 wanted to shout it out. She could read! She could read! From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books becam...
She told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said,You have a bad case, a very bad case.Of what?Growing up.
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...
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...
Johnny had been on earth for thirty-four years. Less than a week ago, he walked on those streets. And now the cup, the ring and two unironed waiter's aprons at home were the only concrete objects left...
It meant that she belonged some place. She was a Brooklyn girl with a Brooklyn name and a Brooklyn accent. She didn't want to change into a bit of this and a bit of that.