You’re cheating yourself out of today. Today is calling to you, trying to get your attention, but you’re stuck on tomorrow, and today trickles away like water down a drain. You wake up the next mornin...
When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.
We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.
To have a girl two thousand miles away going to pieces over you, weeping at the mere memory of you, losing her appetite, losing herself and her self respect - well, that’s a trophy enough for a guy’s...
The echo of her laughter is the second sunrise I awaken to each day, and at night I feel it is more than the stars looking down on me.
She taught me to revel. She taught me to wonder. She taught me to laugh.My sense of humor had always measured up to everyone else's; but timidintroverted me, I showed it sparingly: I was a smiler. In...
She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music. She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school.In her answers in class, she often spoke of sea horses and star...
Many girls have been romanced under the moon, and I don’t mean to say moonlight is overrated, but few I think have known the magic of a sunrise kiss.
I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence.
Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.
As we meandered, she said my name three times:Stargirl?Yes?That was better than TV.It was.Stargirl?Yes?Does the sun do that everyday?Yes.Stargirl?Yes?Everyday is sun day.
You know, there's a place we all inhabit, but we don't much think about it, we're scarcely conscious of it, and it lasts for less than a minute a day. It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that ti...
The desert seems to be a brown wasteland of dry, prickly scrub whose only purpose is to serve as a setting for the majestic saguaros. Then, little by little, the plants of the desert begin to identify...
Stargirl began to improvise. She flung her arms to a make-believe crowd like a celebrity on parade. She waggled her fingers at the stars. She churned her fists like an egg-beater. Every action echoed...
Star people are rare.
She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as nothing I walked in a gray world of nothing.
Ironic, Betty Lou said at last. The cereus insists on sunlight---that's why it must be at the end of the yard. And yet it saves its flowers for the moon. The sun never sees what it fathers.It takes fr...
And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.
When does the enchantment start?We were sitting side by side, facing the mountains.It started when the earth was born. Her eyes was closed. Her face was golden in the setting sun. It never stops. It i...
I am a mess. Like that MargieMocha, I am spilled across a floor, but there's nobody to mop me up. I have only one thing to show for the day: Perry Delloplane. The sound of a name. It is a grape in my...