“Two women, one nigra and one white, whose voices were part of me, whose hands had comforted, soothed, and taught. One a pine-knot torch and the other a scented beeswax candle against the darkness of my ignorance and fear. Both… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
Most of our miseries we bring on ourselves. And they're the sum of our own stupidity. — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
I want a place. It has to do with the kind of person I want to be. And how I fit in to everything.… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
“So we gave the afternoon some sanity after all and I wonder, Uncle Andrew, is life sane, as we tried to make it? Or… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
A person has to be strong in life. A person must practice strength, even if they don't feel it. — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
“What it love, you ask. Dear child, love is like the light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be,… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses,… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
