Quotes from Jodi Lynn Anderson

West Virginia was mysterious and it liked to keep to itself. It hid in the folds of mountains, resting in the cool shade. It was sweet, beautiful, and bashful. Its woods held its secrets or at least it seemed that way to May.

But you'll be back. I know you will. You won't be able to let us go now.

Books are the way to stretch out people's souls, and I won't have children with small souls.

She felt as bevy as a sack of beans. But then, a sack of beans never got embarrassed or did stupid balloon in front of other sacks of beans or forgot to lock the bathroom door. Come to think of it, life was easy for all the beans of the world. Being a sack of them wouldn't be so bad.

She felt as heavy as a sack of beans. But then, a sack of beans never got embarrassed or did stupid balloon tricks in front of other sacks of beans or forgot to lock the bathroom door. Come to think of it, life was easy for all the beans of the world. Being a sack of them wouldn't be so bad.

And though, truly, she sometimes felt like something inside her had disappeared, it seemed that must be a natural part of growing up. Standing out too much made one feel too alone to do it forever.

I Love Jodi anderson and all of her books!

May was used to strange things like this. Her mom always said all sorts of quirks came with a house as old as theirs. May used to insist it was ghosts. But Mrs. Bird had long ago given her one too many stern looks on the topic. So May simply sank beneath the water and let bubbles drift out of her nose.

She thought to herself how amazing it was that she was here, walking at dusk with an old pirate-her (italics), May! If only Somber Kitty could have seen her. Maybe he would see her, soon. The thought lifted her spirits.

She had the stabbing, prickly feeling she had gotten in the third grade when she'd cheated on a math test. It was throbbing, gut-pounding feeling that she was a big fake about to be caught.

May fell onto her back, watching the zipping stars, which tonight were covered lightly in clouds, and feeling the darkest despair.

I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy. Even for you and Tik Tok. and for you and me.

No one seemed to notice that Pine Sap had taken his life into his hands by holding hers.

And age was just a trait, like the color of your hair, or the amount of freckles on your skin.

Gerdi didn't really understand.Cammy liked being quiet.She liked bingo.She wouldn't mind living in a cozy little hole,like a rabbit.

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments. They fought about the exact color of the sky and which path they should take on a hunt. They disagreed passionately about whose fish was the best tasting. They could work up extreme hatred for each other at a moment's notice.

P.S Please give my love to Tink. She was always such a funny little bug.

I knew them almost as well as she did, because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.

life's better with girls. boys need girls.

Hook's fingers always twitched when he spoke of Pan. It turned him dark and antsy, and his jaw clenched and unclenched. It was an old grudge, and Smee still didn't understand where it had begun. All he knew was that Hook was stuck on it: he sometimes repeated a conversation over and over again, that he imagined he was having with Peter.

Actually, May have been thinking of something her mom had said. About how you didn't make friends, but let them happen.

There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too.

I'm not a stranger to your love of lost causes, dear one. But you have to be careful who you meet," he said, stoking a pipe thoughtfully. "You can't unmeet them." He

But the last time they were all at the orchard together, Birdie only found one lone blossom, drying up. She took it with her and tucked it in her hair. What mattered was still there. That was what they all felt, and it was what surprised them all. What mattered couldn't be shaken.