I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I’m a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time. – Stargirl.
It’s really hard to do nothing totally. Even just sitting here, like this, our bodies are churning, our minds are chattering. There’s a whole commotion going on inside us.
I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence.
Why fit in when you’re born to stand out?
You be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies! Love and Love and Love Again, Stargirl.
Friendship isn’t always sunnyside up.
We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.
When you own nothing, it’s easy to let things go.
She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as “nothing” I walked in a gray world of nothing.
If I get a new idea today – or any day – I won’t run from it. I won’t trash it. If it’s something I really want to do – I’ll do it.
Nobody knows who said it first, but somebody must have: ‘Kid’s gotta be a maniac.
We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...
So,” he said, “we ourselves will be the candle flames.” He put his hands on his chest. “Feel your hearts, how warm they are.
There’s nothing sadder than a sobbing waffle.
The horizontal world I had thought I occupied was tilting, dumping me somewhere else, somewhere new.
Some nights, we were a city of two.
But feelings, they don’t care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.
Strange territory for me: the after-snap. I still feel myself vibrating. Humming.
Maniac Magee was not born in a dump.
History sits on our shoulders, while reading opens our hearts.