He tapped my chest. 'Happy is here.' He tapped his own chest. 'Here.' I looked down past my chin. 'Inside?' 'Inside.' It… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I still try to keep my eyes open. I'm always on the lookout for antlion traps in sandy soil, monarch pupae near… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Who could believe in the prophecies ... that the world would end this summer, while one milkweed with faith matured its seeds. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I found myself wondering, what would it be like to have a strange woman living in your home, nursing your child? My… — Julie Klassen Copy Share Image
