She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
Jerry SpinelliWrite what you care about. If you do that, you stand the best chance of doing your best writing.
Jerry SpinelliIn that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.
Jerry SpinelliEverybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.
Jerry SpinelliI seem to have a natural tendency to want to share my own observations and feelings with other people, and writing seems to be the way I'm best equipped to do that.
Jerry SpinelliWho doesn't love a compliment? But every compliment comes with a warning: BewareโDo Not Overuse. Go ahead, sniff your compliment. Take a little sip. But don't chew, don't swallow. If you do, you risk abandoning the good work that inspired the compliment in the first place. If that happens, maybe it was the compliment and not the job well done that you were aiming for all along.
Jerry Spinelli