How many times, Edward wondered, would he have to leave without getting the chance to say goodbye?
Here is something I have learned: you should never expect help from someone who perpetually has their hair in curlers.
Listen, said Beverly. Let me tell you something. There is no Very Friendly Animal Center. That cat is long gone.
Stall! Delay! Obfuscate! “Let’s,” said Flora.
Beware of the brokenhearted,” said the grandmother, “for they will lead you astray.
He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.
Flora hated the phrase “correct me if I’m wrong.” In her experience, people only said it when they knew they were right.
It was astonishing, really, what people could live through. Flora felt cheered up all of a sudden, just thinking about eating seal blubber and doing impossible things, surviving when the odds were against her and her squirrel. They.
To have someone get out of bed and bring you little fishes and sit with you as you eat them in the dark of night. To hum to you. This is love.
You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.
There is goodness in many hearts. In most hearts. In some hearts. I love peanuts.
That way, if my mama ever came back, I could recognize her, and I would be able to grab her and hold on to her tight and not let her get away from me again.
What if you like the elephant were gone to the place you were meant, after all, to be?
Where’s your dress?
Hey, disease boy!” Norton shouted. “We know what you got. It’s called.
You have a gift, Louisiana, and the more of yourself you put into the song, the more powerful – the more truthful – the song becomes.
Flora had decided that this was part of the reason her parents had divorced. Not the noise of the writing, but the writing itself. Specifically, the writing of romance. Flora.
The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.
Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn’t quite place. “Do you hear music?” she said to Sheila. “I hear something,” said Sheila. She closed her eyes. She was quiet. “I’ve got a physics professor who says that the stars sing to each other all the time. Isn’t that cool? Maybe the music we’re hearing is the stars singing.
If only I had wings, he thought, I could fly to her.