Can't we be friends?' I hate your guts, Frankovitch' Can't our guts be friends? — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
“Then Mrs. confiscated my shiny glitter jar. Confiscate is the school word for yanked it right out of my hand.” — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
A stick or a stone only stings for a minute. A name seems to hurt forever. — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
Even though sometimes you can control your anger, you can't control your sadness. — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
Of all the novels I've written, my favorite is 'Mick Harte Was Here'. — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
I happen to think that a book is of extraordinary value if it gives the reader nothing more than a smile or two. It's… — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
“How many minutes is shortly?” I asked. “Is it one minute or eight minutes or eleven minutes? On account of if it's one minute,… — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
“That Grace looked annoyed at me. "I didn't say you would go to jail, Junie B.," she said. "I just wish you would say… — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
“They really liked each other, too. Not like boyfriend and girlfriend, I don't mean. But they both had naturally curly hair, and they both… — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
When you’re in between dreams, you get to lean back and relax and stop trying so hard. Trying to be somebody, I mean. It’s… — Barbara Park Copy Share Image
