“His house to me was a child was a heart of happiness. If there is a wonder childhood possesses which makes it… — Elizabeth Spencer Copy Share Image
“He read it over twenty times and though the darkness that sang on held steady about him, the unhurried words fell bright… — Elizabeth Spencer Copy Share Image
“The sky had cleared, and now the sun was overhead, already baking the wet ground so that you could see the humidity… — John Grisham Copy Share Image
“August in Mississippi is different from July. As to heat, it is not a question of degree but of kind. July heat… — Elizabeth Spencer Copy Share Image
“It was spring when it happened and the schoolroom windows were open all day long, and every afternoon after Billy left we… — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“When she thinks a book is very good, what she says to herself is: yes, that's how things are. I hadn't thought… — Ellen Douglas Copy Share Image
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“Then the light changed the water, until all about them the woods in the rising wind seemed to grow taller and blow… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“Libraries are about books. Books have no color. And they don't care who reads them.” — Augusta Scattergood Copy Share Image
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“But courage was growing in me too. Little by little it was getting harder and harder for me not to speak out.” — Anne Moody Copy Share Image
