“Hey Chris, bet you don't know the Latin name of the red-headed woodpecker." That was a hard one. Chris had to say Melanerpes erythrocephalus very slowly.” — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Sandy fidgeted with his pen. “There’s something I didn’t write down. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you, you being a judge and all, but, well,… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
I try to say one thing with my work: A book is a wonderful place to be. A book is a package, a gift… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Senseless, you say? Death is senseless yet makes way for the living. Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Can you stand on your legs?” Sydelle Pulaski asked. “Can you walk at all?” People never asked Chris those questions; they whispered them to… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows. — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“Hello, Jake, I'm glad you could come," Sunny (as Madame Hoo was now called) said, shaking the hand of the chairman of the State… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
“TURTLE SPENT THE night at the bedside of eighty-five-year-old Julian R. Eastman. T. R. Wexler had a master’s degree in business administration, an advanced… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
Your trouble comes from years of wearing the wrong kind of shoes. - Jake Wexler — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
