It wasn't so much that he minded telling Leslie that he was afraid to go; it was that he minded being afraid. It was as though he had been made with a great piece missing - one of May Belle's puzzles with this huge gap where somebody's eye should have been. Lord, it would be better to be born without an arm than to go through life with no guts.
Miss Edmunds was one of his secrets. He was in love with her. Not the kind of silly stuff Ellie and Brenda giggled about on the telephone. This was too real and too deep to talk about, even to think about very much.
She had tricked him. She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it but too late to go back, she had left him stranded there--like an astronaut wandering about on the moon. Alone.
Sitting in cold wet britches for an hour was no fun even in a magic kingdom.
That was the rule that you never mixed up troubles at home with life at school. When parents were poor or ignorant or mean, or even just didn't believe in having a TV set, it was up to their kids to protect them.
We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.
You have to believe it and you hate it. I don't have to and I think it's beautiful.
Everybody gets scared sometimes, May Belle. You don't have to be ashamed.
Impressed. Lord. He had nearly drowned.
It was up to him to pay back to the world in beauty and caring what Leslie had loaned him in vision and strength.
A great novel is a kind of conversion experience. We come away from it changed.
Peace is not won by those who fiercely guard their differences but by those who with open minds and hearts seek out connections.
All of us can think of a book... that we hope none of our children or any other children have taken off the shelf. But if I have the right to remove that book from the shelf that work I abhor then you also have exactly the same right and so does everyone else. And then we have no books left on the shelf for any of us.
Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography, but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.
To fear is one thing. To let fear grab you by the tail and swing you around is another.
Youth is a mortal wound.
The name we give to something shapes our attitude toward it.
It was a wonderful way to be awakened.
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