Nobody has the time, the time cannot be owned. The time is free to everyone — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away… — 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… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Stargirl began to improvise. She flung her arms to a make-believe crowd like a celebrity on parade. She waggled her fingers at… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of… — 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
of all the unusual features of Stargirl, this struck me as the most remarkable. Bad things did not stick to her. Correction:… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“Their voices came in clearly from the golf course. The laughing and yelping made a raucous counterpoint to the metronomic tock-tock-tock of… — 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
She's in tenth grade,' he said. 'I hear she's been homeschooled till now.' Maybe that explains it,' I said. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I’m a puppy unleashed in… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it. — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
As we meandered, she said my name three times: "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "That was better than TV." "It was." "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "Does the… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“I'm disappearing, Leo. Like Dootsie's trick, except this is real. Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“I’m not sure,” she said. “There’s no one answer to that. You have to find your own way. Sometimes I try to… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Throughout the day, Stargirl had been dropping money. She was the Johnny Appleseed of loose change: a penny here, a nickel there.… — 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
