(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.

OKAY. So I was going to the library every Saturday. So what? So what? It's not like I was reading books or anything.

Did you find yourself?" "What?" said my sister. "Did you find yourself?" "She found me," I said.

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

Mr. Powell raised an eyebrow. 'I'm a librarian,' he said. 'I always know what I'm talking about.

Do you ever wonder what it's like to be so angry that you...And then something happens, and after that, everyone figures that's what you're like, and that's what you're always going to be, and so you just decide to be it? But the whole time you're thinking, Am I going to be like him? Or am I already like him? And then you get angrier, because maybe you are, and you want... He stopped. He wiped at his eyes. I'm not lying. My brother wiped at his eyes.

A comedy isn’t about being funny...a comedy is about characters who dare to know that they may choose a happy ending after all.