“a post office box a few states away—didn’t mean anything, either. “Maybe it’s from Daisy,” he suggested to Henry. “It doesn’t look like her handwriting, but maybe” — Wendy Mass Copy Share Image
“over the low flame. He didn’t like the way his voice sounded, but until recent events, he’d never had reason to complain about anything. Now he couldn’t help it. “They pat me on the arm,” he explained to Henry, “and… — Wendy Mass Copy Share Image
“Always keep your eyes open. Don't block your own sunshine. Be filled with wonder.” — Wendy Mass Copy Share
A wise man once remarked that we can count how many seeds are in the apple, but not how many apples are in the… — Wendy Mass Copy Share
Everything we think we know is really only perceived by our senses,' he explains patiently. 'The sounds we hear are just waves in the… — Wendy Mass Copy Share
“I wrote my first poem about a bunny. ‘Bunny, bunny, hop hop hop. White and soft like a little mop.” — Wendy Mass Copy Share
“... sometimes grandmothers need to do what they think is best for their grandson and practically adopted granddaughter by opening their eyes to different… — Wendy Mass Copy Share
So we stand there, part of a crowd a thousand people strong, beaming up at the sky with wonder. I knew with a sudden… — Wendy Mass Copy Share
Whoa!" she says as I plow into her. " What are you DOING? Get off me!" I hang on tight. "Can't a girl just… — Wendy Mass Copy Share
(T)he world is broken up into pieces, and...it's up to everyone to help put it all back together. It's about recognizing the spark of… — Wendy Mass Copy Share
A fight is going on inside me," said an old man to his son. "It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf… — Wendy Mass Copy Share
