Quotes from Eleanor Cameron

And I sometimes think that a moment of touching is the difference between complete utter despair and the ability to carry on.

That's what a poem is," Leslie said, "a feeling about some special time or place or happening, pressed into as few lines as it will go.

his eyes were exactly the color of that gleaming golden-brown moss you see on stones under the clear water of running brooks.

It is impossible to explain anything to those who are both angry and terrified.

But real life is not art.

What lies on the edge of perception, from where anything might come moving in?