“As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.” — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing. — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
I read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody,… — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
...they'd just tell you to turn the other cheek, wouldn't they?...Trouble is, Mrs. Dowdel observed, after you've turned the other cheek four times, you… — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
“The Shambaughs came, bringing Letty. She simpered up to me. Her eyes summed up the lace tippets on my Princess dress and the wide taffeta sash that was cutting me in half. "Well, Blossom, just look at you!" she said in her mother's own grown-up voice. "I have always said a good dress will cover up any flaw." "Then you… — Richard Peck Copy Share
Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother. — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized. — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
“I read because one life isn't enough, and in the page of a book I can be anybody; I read because the words that… — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her… — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
