It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Best friends are always together, always whispering and laughing and running, always at each other's house, having dinner, sleeping over. They are… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
It's a shame publishers send rejection slips. Writers should get something more substantial than a slip that amounts to a pile of… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
She dreams a lot. She dreams of Ondines and falling maidens and houses burning in the night. But search her dreams all… — 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
