If you cannot find yourself on the page very early in life, you will go looking for yourself in all the wrong places.
Richard PeckNever trust an ugly woman. She's got a grudge against the world,' said Grandma who was no oil painting herself.
Richard PeckSeptember 11 We thought we'd outdistanced history Told our children it was nowhere near; Even when history struck Columbine, It didn't happen here. We took down the maps in the classroom, And when they were safely furled, We told the young what they wanted to hear, That they were immune from a menacing world. But history isn't a folded-up map, Or an unread textbook tome; Now we know history's a fireman's child Waiting at home alone.
Richard Peck...they'd just tell you to turn the other cheek, wouldn't they?...Trouble is, Mrs. Dowdel observed, after you've turned the other cheek four times, you run out of cheeks.
Richard PeckWith the poetry of plain speaking, Shannon Hitchcock recreates the daily drama of a vanished world.
Richard PeckRead to your children Twenty minutes a day; You have the time, And so do they. Read while the laundry is in the machine; Read while the dinner cooks; Tuck a child in the crook of your arm And reach for the library books. Hide the remote, Let the computer games cool, For one day your children will be off to school; Remedial? Gifted? You have the choice; Let them hear their first tales In the sound of your voice. Read in the morning; Read over noon; Read by the light of Goodnight Moon. Turn the pages together, Sitting close as you'll fit, Till a small voice beside you says, "Hey, don't quit.
Richard PeckGrandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.
Richard PeckThe years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized.
Richard PeckI caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.
Richard PeckI read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready
Richard PeckThat meant I could come back whenever I could manage it. And she was telling me to go. She knew the decision was too big a load for me to carry by myself. She knew me through and through. She had eyes in the back of her heart.
Richard PeckWriting is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother.
Richard PeckThis is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.
Richard Peck