Passing time isn't a steady thing. People try to measure it, but some days seem to have years packed into them, and others pass in the blink of an eye. Some days matter, and others don't. — Blue Balliett Copy Share Image
“What was a little dark, anyway? Just no sun, [Petra] reminded herself as her sneakers pounded toward the opening. Just dark, all three fine,… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
“Grams calls them "worry crumbs" those leftover bits of an uncomfortable idea. She fixes worry crumbs with sayings and she has one to fit… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
“I don't know how anyone else sees the world and no one else sees the world exactly how I see the world! We each… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
Passing time isn't a steady thing. People try to measure it, but some days seem to have years packed into them, and others pass… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
“not really a quote but here is is The setting is the start.The story hangs from that hook,and the characters move slowly around one… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
“my grandpa and grandma aren't like me. They're more like sheets drying outside on a breezy day--they change directions without any fuss. But me,… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
I love the way a list makes a big hodgepodge of things simmer down and behave. — Blue Balliett Copy Share
The greatest art belongs to the world. Do not be intimidated by the experts. Trust your instincts. Do not be afraid to go against… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
What was a foreigner, anyway? Is the place you're born the only place you really belong? At what point do you stop being from… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
“Yes, the wind came up--" Mrs. Sharpe began. She paused. "And changed us all," Petra said softly.” — Blue Balliett Copy Share
“Picasso said that art is a lie, but a lie that tells the truth" ... Calder wondered what Picasso had meant. Was it that… — Blue Balliett Copy Share
