You're the proverbial diamond in the rough.
We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.
We need a place, she said, just for us. It would be so secret that we would never tell anyone in the whole world about it. ... She lowered her voice almost to a whisper. It might be a whole secret cou...
We need a place, she said, just for us. It would be so secret that we would never tell anyone in the whole world about it.
That was the rule that you never mixed up troubles at home with life at school. When parents were poor or ignorant or mean, or even just didn't believe in having a TV set, it was up to their kids to p...
Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.
Someday, when he was good enough, he would ask her to write them in a book and let him do all the pictures.
Once there, the chaplain closed the door and threw his arms around her. Alarmed, she jammed the heel of her pump into his foot. He let go with a howl and she fled. The incident was never spoken of aga...
Jess followed, still trying to figure out why two grown people and a smart girl like Leslie wanted to leave a comfortable life in the suburbs for a place like this. They watched the bus roar off.
If life is so bad, how come you’re so happy? Did I say bad? I said it was tough. Nothing to make you happy like doing good on a tough job, now is there?
I was quite sure I was crazy, and it was amazing that as soon as I admitted it, I became quite calm. There was nothing I could do about it. I seemed relatively harmless. After
Cows...weren't like people, with feelings of lonesomeness and worrying about what might happen next. That was just people, wasn't it? Sure, you could scare a cow, but wouldn't they get over it as soon...
Ain't 'cha gonna run? she asked. No, he said, shoving the sheet away. I'm gonna fly.
Agnes.
Soldiers on the banks of the canal, they looked carefully to see whether they were Japanese or Chinese so they’d know which pass to pull out.
You save the whales and shoot the people, huh?
You gotta know someone cares about you, or you just give up.
To blame were two young radicals, a country bumpkin named Mao Tse-tung and a disillusioned intellectual by the name of Zhou En Lai. These two had had the nerve to ask the owners of the mills to instal...
This story is about John, who was a private in the 2nd Georgia Battalion Infantry. I had always been told that John had taken part in Pickett’s Charge, the bloody assault on Cemetery Ridge on July 3,...
She jerked to life, her eyes wide open. Why did that woman give me away? Then it all began to pour out. Why had she been given away? We’d never told her she was a foundling.