“She spoke about her family she'd lost. She spoke about her secret hopes and fears and longings. She had love to give, and no one to give it to.” — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
It's hard to put into words. Gorillas are not complainers. We're dreamers, poets, philosophers, nap takers. — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
“Pleasure fades, gets old, gets thrown out with last year's fad. Fear, guilt, all that stuff stays fresh. Maybe that's why people get so enraged when someone does something to a kid. Hurt a kid and he hurts forever. Maybe an adult can shake it off. Maybe. But with a kid, you hurt them and it turns them, shapes them,… — Katherine Applegate Copy Share
“Humans. Violent but peace-loving. Passionate but cerebral. Humane but cruel. Impulsive but calculating. Generous but selfish. Humans. Altogether a contradictory and deeply flawed species.… — katherine applegate Copy Share Image
“She got up and went to her tiny kitchen. On the way she turned on her radio. "You want something to eat?" she called over her shoulder. "What do you have?" "Um..." She opened her refrigerator. "Milk, yogurt, and wilted lettuce." She checked her cupboard. "Cheerios. Instant grits. Sorry-- I figured that since this is technically the South, I should… — Katherine Applegate Copy Share
A good zoo," Stella said, "is a large domain. A wild cage. A safe place to be. It has room to roam and humans… — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
“In dreams you lose normal cause and effect. You jump around in time. This is reality. Jalil” — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
“Trees can’t tell jokes. But we can certainly tell stories. And if all you hear is the whisper of leaves, don’t worry. Most trees… — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars. — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
“She batted her eyelashes at me to show she was kidding. I love it when she does that.” — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
Anger is precious. A silverback uses anger to maintain order and warn his troops of danger. When my father beat his chest, it was… — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
