“They had come to the edge of the wood now, with no sign of slowing their rapid jog. The road, where it angled across the meadow, was just ahead, dazzling white in the open sunlight. And there, standing on the… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“He knows you?” said Mae, her frown deepening. “But you didn’t call out to him, child. Why not?” “I was too scared to do… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“He wasn't crazy. How could he be? He was just -- amazing. But she was struck dumb. All she could do was stare at… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
My mother was an artist, and I was fairly good at art as a child. I was always the best drawer in class, except… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
Do not fear death... only the unlived life. You don't have to live forever; You just have to live. — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“I’m not exactly sure what I’d do, you know, but something interesting—something that’s all mine. Something that would make some kind of difference in… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“Miles said softly, “Ma. We’ll get you out right away.” “Sure, Ma,” said Jesse. “Don’t worry about me none,” said Mae in the same… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
But dying's part of the wheel, right there next to being born. You can't pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest.… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“There’s a pretty good old rowboat. I’ll take you out for a row after supper.” “No, I will,” said Jesse. “Let me . I… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live. — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“...with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.” — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
in reading ... stories, you can be many different people in many different places, doing things you would never have a chance to do… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
