Sharon Creech Quotes

She told how the fear had slipped away through the year, 'slipped away silently and secretly', and how we mustn't be afraid to try new things.

Life is like a bowl of spaghetti.
Every once in a while, you get a meatball.

I was full of struggles! And that made me so happy: If I was full of struggles, maybe I was interesting!

Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.

You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

I am still jealous that Phoebe's mother came back and mine did not. I miss my mother.

This ain't our marriage bed, but it'll do.

What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked? (p 153)

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

I love the way that each book - any book - is its own journey. You open it, and off you go ... .

Zola smills, smuggles, what is that word? What is it, that word for the happy teeth??

I pretended he was my brother, only he was better than a brother because I chose him and he chose me.
- Rosie

How can you love a little cat
so much
in such a
short
short
time?

You know, maybe that's all anybody wants, is to be useful. And have somebody else notice it.

I don't care if the whole town comes, as long as you come, Bailey boy.

Your name makes a statement about you. It describes not only who you are but who you might be.

A library is the door to many lives.

One thing I'm interested in is what shapes us: the people? The place where we live? It's both of those and more. That's what I keep coming back to.

It wasn't that I was stupid ... It was just that there didn't seem to be a lot to say that someone wasn't already saying.

Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.

As readers can probably tell from my books, I love the outdoors.

Something I am wondering:
if you cannot hear
do you have no sounds
in your head?
Do you see
a
silent
movie

Do the other angels know what they are doing? Am I the only confused one? Maybe I am unfinished, an unfinished angel.

When my father died, I was living in England. It was very traumatic that he died when I was away.

When i reached the bottom, i finally understood what Guthrie meant when he shouted, "LIBERO!" It was a celebration of being alive

What's important is the ambition that results from our weakness.

I could tell you an extensively strange story, I warned.
Oh, good! Gram said. Delicious!

I prayed to trees. This was easier than praying directly to God. There was nearly always a tree nearby.

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.

But it doesn't feel crazy to us. It feels like what we do.

I'm New-"
"New? How blessed," he said. "There's nothing in this whole wide world that is better than a new person!

I tried.
Can't do it.
Brain's empty.

You never know the worth of water until the well is dry.

I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do.

I enjoy receiving and giving realistic fiction, for both children and adults, with strong characters, beautiful language, and humane visions.

My father once said I was as gullible as a fish. I thought he said edible. I thought he meant I was tasty. The

When I read good stories, I want to write good stories too.

Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.

It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.

In a course of a lifetime, what does it matter?

I think Mr. Robert Frost has a little too much time on his hands.

Joe, my guardian and a man of few words, once said about Lizzie, "That girl could talk the ears off a cornfield.

A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.

Read a lot, live your life, and listen and watch, so that your mind fills up with millions of images.

I wish that every baby everywhere could land in a family that wanted that baby as much as we want ours.

It is not. Mom loves me, and she would not leave me without any explanation.
And then her father began to cry.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.