“History sits on our shoulders, while reading opens our hearts.” — Jerry Spinelli History Copy Share Image
And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep. — Jerry Spinelli Smiles Copy Share Image
“Strange territory for me: the after-snap. I still feel myself vibrating. Humming.” — Jerry Spinelli Vibrating Copy Share Image
You haven't lived until you've basked in the adoration of people. — Jerry Spinelli Adoration Copy Share Image
“Good Boy: Just because he doesn't get into trouble doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate trouble.” — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it's all downhill from there. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half… — Jerry Spinelli Destined Copy Share Image
“I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for? I kept thinking of Señor Saguaro's question: Whose affection do you… — Jerry Spinelli Affection Copy Share Image
“Okay, so you're not perfect. Who is? Sure, Susan makes sense. But my heart doesn't care about sense. My heart never says:… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
You occupied my space. But because you were not in my present, when I looked into my future I saw . .… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
So," he said, "we ourselves will be the candle flames." He put his hands on his chest. "Feel your hearts, how warm… — Jerry Spinelli Candle Copy Share Image
Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it’s hungry. You keep feeding it more and more… — Jerry Spinelli Forgiveness Copy Share Image
As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding… — Jerry Spinelli Astronomy Copy Share Image
Whom do I write for? I write for the story. Each story, it seems to me, knows best how it should be… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
She dreams a lot. She dreams of Ondines and falling maidens and houses burning in the night. But search her dreams all… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I went to Gettysburg College, where the famous Civil War battle was fought. I majored in English. I would've liked to major… — Jerry Spinelli Battle Copy Share Image
The kids who leave their favorite authors behind do not in fact leave us utterly abandoned, but in due time drive children… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
The golden rule of writing is to write what you care about. If you care about your topic, you'll do your best… — Jerry Spinelli Books Copy Share Image
“No matter what day it is, no matter what time, no matter where I am - I'm always at the star party,… — Jerry Spinelli Time Copy Share Image
“Around fourth grade something similar happens with eyes. The baby eyes don't drop out, nor are there eye fairies around to leave… — Jerry Spinelli Loser Copy Share Image
I listen to the summer symphony outside my window. Truthfully, it's not a symphony at all. There's no tune, no melody, only… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“Early on, Zinkoff's mother impressed upon her son the etiquette of throwing up: That is, do not throw up at random, but… — Jerry Spinelli Humor Copy Share Image
“In the Sonoran Desert there are ponds. You could be standing in the middle of one and not know it, because the… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
To a person who expects every desert to be barren sand dunes, the Sonoran must come as a surprise. Not only are… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“I thought of the stone angel. I pictured the snow falling over it, two classes of snow rising on the top of… — Jerry Spinelli Snow falling Copy Share Image
The desert seems to be a brown wasteland of dry, prickly scrub whose only purpose is to serve as a setting for… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Every day I hold my breath until I see her. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hallway. I can't start breathing until… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
