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
Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me,… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“You're cheating yourself out of today. Today is calling to you, trying to get your attention, but you're stuck on tomorrow, and… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don’t rent them out to tomorrow. Do you know what you’re… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Tell me I didn't imagine it, Leo. Tell me that even though our bodies were in seperate states, our star selves shared… — 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
