[B]elieving, was her own true, promising friend once more.
It was one thing to talk about being by yourself, doing important things, but quite another when the opportunity arose. The characters in the stories she read always seemed to go off without a thought...
And then his throat closed. For it was there. He had wanted it to be there, but now that he saw it, he was overcome with sadness.
Wordy! I enjoy description—I like words, and words are the tools that writers use, just like paint is the tool that artists use. I think words are fun, and I have a lot of fun using them. I know that...
Winnie had her own strong sense of rightness. She knew that she could always say, afterward, Well, you never told me to! But how silly that would be! Of course it would never occur to them to include...
What is your suggestion for someone who wants to start writing? Be a reader. It’s the only real way to learn how to tell a story.
Tuck and me, we got each other, she said, and that’s a lot. The boys, now, they go their separate ways. They’re some different, don’t always get on too good. But they come home whenever the spirit mov...
I got a feeling this whole thing is going to come apart like wet bread.
Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate,...
They had come to the edge of the wood now, with no sign of slowing their rapid jog. The road, where it angled across the meadow, was just ahead, dazzling white in the open sunlight. And there, standin...
Miles said softly, Ma. We’ll get you out right away.Sure, Ma, said Jesse.Don’t worry about me none, said Mae in the same exhausted voice. I’ll make out.Make out? exclaimed the constable. You people be...
Everything's a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. The frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thrush, too. And people. But never the same ones. Always coming in new, alw...
So, said Tuck to himself. Two years. She’s been gone two years. He stood up and looked around, embarrassed, trying to clear the lump from his throat. But there was no one to see him. The cemetery was...
Winnie woke early next morning. The sun was only just opening its own eye on the eastern horizon and the cottage was full of silence. But she realized that sometime during the night she had made up he...
The ownership of land is an odd thing when you come to think of it. How deep, after all, can it go?
No, said Tuck calmly. Not now. Your time’s not now. But dying’s part of the wheel, right there next to being born. You can’t pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest. Being part of the whole th...
Egy dolog, amikor az ember arról beszél, hogy szeretne egyedül lenni, nagy horderejű tetteket véghezvinni, de más tál tészta, amikor a lehetőség megadatik. A könyvekben, amiket olvasott, a hősök szemm...
Winnie did not believe in fairy tales. She had never longed for a magic wand, did not expect to marry a prince, and was scornful—most of the time—of her grandmother’s elves. So now she sat, mouth open...
After that we went sort of crazy, said Jesse, grinning at the memory. Heck, we was going to live forever. Can you picture what it felt like to find that out?But then we sat down and talked it over… sa...