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
Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself? — 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
Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
As we meandered, she said my name three times: "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "That was better than TV." "It was." "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "Does the… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“He still heard his mother's voice--"Davey"--rise like whisper-dust from unseen corners in the house, but it was no longer the only voice he heard.… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Nobody has the time, the time cannot be owned. The time is free to everyone — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“When you're inside your own story, you don't see things like a reader. You don't see your life in tidy paragraphs and chapters.” — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Nobody knows who said it first, but somebody must have: 'Kid's gotta be a maniac. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“But feelings, they don't care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.” — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“chewed time like a wad of bubble gum and stretched it across the darkness all the way to dawn, when the light at the… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“When the sun is a bike ride away, I will hear it. It will sound like wind in treetops. I will awaken.” — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
