It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
We were awash in tiny attentions. Small gestures, words, empathies thought to be extinct came to life... We discovered the color of… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes,… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl….… — Jerry Spinelli 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 Copy Share Image
Where were we?" she said. "Getting credit," I said. "What about it?" "Well, it's nice to get credit." The spokes of her… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Maybe it was the angle, but her fawn's eyes, looking up at me, seemed larger than ever. I had to make an… — 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
