Every day I hold my breath until I see her. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hallway. I can't start breathing until… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
The golden rule of writing is to write what you care about. If you care about your topic, you'll do your best… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
And so I'm me again, Leo. Thanks to the example of a five-year-old. I'm hoping you wouldn't want it any other way.… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soon you'll hate a hundred people."… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I'm that way, goofy as it sounds. Sometimes I don't want things to happen-I'm talking about good things, even wonderful things-because once… — 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
We wanted to define her, to wrap her up as we did each other, but we could not seem to get past… — 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
