I wondered If things that might seem frightening could lose their hold over you. I wondered If we find the people we need when we need them. I wondered If we attract our future by some sort of invisib...
Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.
It is a relief to discover that although there might be axe murderers and kidnappers in the world, most people seem a lot like us: sometimes afraid and sometimes brave, sometimes cruel and sometimes k...
You never know the worth of water until the well is dry.
What's important is the ambition that results from our weakness.
Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.
How can you love a little catso muchin such ashortshorttime?
Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.
A driver had been sent to meet us. He was gray-haired, short, and nimble and introduced himself. I am Patrick and so is every fourth man in Ireland, and the ones in between are named Sean or Mick or F...
So much dependsupona blue carsplattered with mudspeeding down the road.
I wish that every baby everywhere could land in a family that wanted that baby as much as we want ours.
And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought o...
Zola smills, smuggles, what is that word? What is it, that word for the happy teeth??
What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked? (p 153)
I tried.Can't do it.Brain's empty.
I had not said anything about what had happened the day before—about being scared down to my very bones when I thought they had left me. I don't know what came over me. Ever since my mother left us th...
I don't care if the whole town comes, as long as you come, Bailey boy.
I could tell you an extensively strange story, I warned.Oh, good! Gram said. Delicious!
I think Mr. Robert Frost has a little too much time on his hands.
I am still jealous that Phoebe’s mother came back and mine did not. I miss my mother.