The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“So, I said, when does the enchantment start? We were sitting side by side, facing the mountains. "It started when the earth… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Every child's bedroom is as important as a telescope orbiting the planet earth or a philosopher's study. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“When does the enchantment start? We were sitting side by side, facing the mountains. "It started when the earth was born." Her… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I seem to have a natural tendency to want to share my own observations and feelings with other people, and writing seems… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
It (enchantment) started when the earth was born. It never stops. It is, always. It's just here. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“It's hard to do nothing totally. Even just sitting here, like this, our bodies are churning, our minds are chattering. There's a… — 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
