The humiliation that Jane had felt turned to something else--grief perhaps, or regret. Regret that she had not known how to act with a boy, regret that she had not been wiser.

Today I discovered two kinds of people who go to high school: those who wear new clothes to show off on the first day, and those who wear their oldest clothes to show they think school is unimportant.

I didn't start out writing to give children hope, but I'm glad some of them found it.

In seventh grade...I found a place on the [library]shelf where my book would be if I ever wrote a book, which I doubted.

I don't think children's inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house; they want places to play.

Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.

I have lovely memories of Los Angeles in the 1930s. I came down to live with my mother's cousin and they invited me to come and go to junior college for a year.