The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Do not fear death... only the unlived life. You don't have to live forever; You just have to live. — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
