“ The shriek cut thinly though the drizzling dimness, holding for a long moment. At last it broadened and dropped to the old. Natalie Babbitt
“ Right after graduation, I married Samuel Fisher Babbitt, an academic administrator. I spent the next ten years in Connecticut, Tennessee, and Washington, D.C., raising our children, Christopher, Tom,… Natalie Babbitt
“ You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road. Natalie Babbitt
“ Closing the gate on her oldest fears as she had closed the gate of her own fenced yard, she discovered the wings she'd always wished she had. Natalie Babbitt
“ The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only… Natalie Babbitt
“ He wasn't crazy. How could he be? He was just -- amazing. But she was struck dumb. All she could do was stare at him. Natalie Babbitt
“ Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams. Natalie Babbitt
“ You really have to love words if you’re going to be a writer, because as a writer, you certainly spend a lot of time with words. Natalie Babbitt
“ Everything's a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. The frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thush, too.And people. But never the same ones. Always coming in new, alway… Natalie Babbitt
“ She had wanted to cough as soon as it occurred to her that she mustn’t, and she passed a long hour trying to swallow away the tickle that perversely constricted her throat. Natalie Babbitt
“ I was having that dream again, the good one where we're all in heaven and never heard of Treegap. Natalie Babbitt
“ I’m getting thirstier every minute. If it didn’t hurt you, it won’t hurt me. If my papa was here, he’d let me have some.You’re not going to tell him about it, are you? said Jesse. His face had gone ve… Natalie Babbitt
“ For the wood was full of light, entirely different from the light she was used to. It was green and amber and alive, quivering in splotches on the padded ground, fanning into sturdy stripes between th… Natalie Babbitt
“ For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For others, there was never enough. For Jesse Tuck, it didn't exist. Natalie Babbitt
“ And then sometimes it comes over me and I wonder why it happened to us. We’re plain as salt, us Tucks. We don’t deserve no blessings—if it is a blessing. And, likewise, I don’t see how we deserve to b… Natalie Babbitt
“ The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a cl… Natalie Babbitt
