Never trust an ugly woman. She's got a grudge against the world,' said Grandma who was no oil painting herself. — Richard Peck Copy Share Image
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing. — Richard Peck Copy Share
I read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody,… — Richard Peck Copy Share
...they'd just tell you to turn the other cheek, wouldn't they?...Trouble is, Mrs. Dowdel observed, after you've turned the other cheek four times, you… — Richard Peck Copy Share
“The Shambaughs came, bringing Letty. She simpered up to me. Her eyes summed up the lace tippets on my Princess dress and the wide… — Richard Peck Copy Share
Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother. — Richard Peck Copy Share
The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized. — Richard Peck Copy Share
“I read because one life isn't enough, and in the page of a book I can be anybody; I read because the words that… — Richard Peck Copy Share
Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her… — Richard Peck Copy Share
“Never worry about a book corrupting a child. Worry if your children are not getting ideas from books.” — Richard Peck Copy Share
