Ironic," Betty Lou said at last. "The cereus insists on sunlight---that's why it must be at the end of the yard. And yet it saves its flowers for the moon. The sun never sees what it fathers." It takes from the day," I said, "gives to the night.
Jerry SpinelliWhere were we?" she said. "Getting credit," I said. "What about it?" "Well, it's nice to get credit." The spokes of her rear wheel spun behind the curtain of her long skirt. She looked like a photograph from a hundred years ago. She turned her wide eyes on me. "Is it?" she said.
Jerry SpinelliWe live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...
Jerry SpinelliHow much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?
Jerry Spinelli