Kids still can be said to live in their own little world. Even if their parents are helicoptering around them, assigning play… — 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
A mockingbird has moved into our neighborhood. It perches atop a telephone pole behind our backyard. Every morning it is the first… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find… — 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
She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes,… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl….… — 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
