My mother was an artist, and I was fairly good at art as a child. I was always the best drawer in class, except in second grade when an artistic genius passed through our school! — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“He knows you?” said Mae, her frown deepening. “But you didn’t call out to him, child. Why not?” “I was too scared to do… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
“He wasn't crazy. How could he be? He was just -- amazing. But she was struck dumb. All she could do was stare at… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
My mother was an artist, and I was fairly good at art as a child. I was always the best drawer in class, except… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
Do not fear death... only the unlived life. You don't have to live forever; You just have to live. — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
“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… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
“I’m not exactly sure what I’d do, you know, but something interesting—something that’s all mine. Something that would make some kind of difference in… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
“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… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
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.… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
“There’s a pretty good old rowboat. I’ll take you out for a row after supper.” “No, I will,” said Jesse. “Let me . I… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live. — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
“...with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.” — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
in reading ... stories, you can be many different people in many different places, doing things you would never have a chance to do… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share
