You can’t have living without dying.
You Don't have to live forever you just have to live.
Well, anyway, said the constable at last, turning businesslike, I got to take charge here. Get this feller into the house before he fries. I’m telling you now: if he don’t make it, you’re in a pickle,...
There’s a pretty good old rowboat. I’ll take you out for a row after supper.No, will, said Jesse. Let . I found her first, didn’t I, Winnie Foster? Listen, I’ll show you where the frogs are, and…Hush...
She was able to believe in this because she needed to; and, believing, was her own true, promising friend once more.
Outside, the night seemed poised on tiptoe, waiting, waiting, holding its breath for the storm.
Nonsense. It's elves!
No connection, you would agree. But things can come together in strange ways. The wood was at the center, the hub of the wheel. All wheels must have a hub. A ferris wheel has one, as the sun is the hu...
Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short.
It goes on, Tuck repeated, to the ocean. But this rowboat now, it’s stuck. If we didn’t move it out ourself, it would stay here forever, trying to get loose, but stuck. That’s what us Tucks are, Winni...
I'm not exactly sure what I'd do,you knowbut something interesting -something that's all minesomething that would makesome kind of difference in the world.
Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.
And Winnie, laughing at him, lost the last of her alarm. They were friends, her friends. She was running away after all, but she was not alone. Closing
The sky was a ragged blaze of red and pink and orange, and its double trembled on the surface of the pond like color spilled from a paintbox.
That doesn't sound like civil war to me, said Gaylen, turning back to his book with a smile. It only sounds silly.Of course it's silly, said the Prime Minister impatiently. But a lot of serious things...
Now, remember Winifred, don't bite your fingernails. Don't interrupt when someone else is speaking, and don't go down to the jailhouse at midnight to change places with Prisoners
Midville's best street was High Street. It was up on a hill. Not much of a hill, to tell the truth, but in that part of the state, the flat south-central part, hills are not taken for granted.
Mae Tuck, and her husband, and Miles and Jesse, too, had all looked exactly the same for eighty-seven years.
He bent and put his lips to the spurt, drinking noiselessly, and then he sat up again and drew his shirt sleeve across his mouth. As he did this, he turned his face in her direction—and their eyes met...
And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.