The name we give to something shapes our attitude toward it.

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.

If you could hold your nose to avoid a stink, or close your eyes to cut out a sight, why not shut off your brain to avoid a thought?

I can't believe there will ever be a time when the book is truly obsolete. It is the perfect technology and feeds the soul.

Punch after punch after punch. February is a mean bully. Nothing could be worse - except August.

Shh" he said. "Look." "Where?" "Can't you see'um?" he whispered. "All the Terabithians standing on tiptoe to see you." "Me?" "Shh, yes. There's a rumor going around that the beautiful girl arrving today might be the queen they've been waiting for.

Impressed. Lord. He had nearly drowned.