Quotes from Blue Balliett

Passing time isn't a steady thing. People try to measure it, but some days seem to have years packed into them, and others pass in the blink of an eye. Some days matter, and others don't.

Living in that house felt a bit like living in a slowly turning kaleidoscope.

ART IS THE MOST EFFECTIVE MODE OF COMMUNICATION THAT EXISTS. — JOHN DEWEY, ART AS EXPERIENCE

Às vezes acho que seria bom ser um fogo de artifício já explodido: seria um alívio.

Picasso said that art is a lie, but a lie that tells the truth.

Nada como uma cidade pequena para deixar as pessoas curiosas.

Now Early realized that a light had gone out, and

Well?" the man shouted. "With or against?" No one replied, and

Dig down, fly high, remember where you want to go, and one day you'll get there: Roots + Wings + Dreams=Home!

By the time they got to school, both were worn out by trying to think of something to say, and trying _not_ to say what they were really thinking.

and gave her a thank-goodness hug

Rhythms appear in the ways flowers grow, water flows, the earth moves around the sun, the moon moves through their dreams, and thoughts travel within their minds.

Sobrevivência, às vezes, é uma bênção mista.

Funny what a difference one successful phone conversation can make!

We all need a few minutes of privacy sometimes

Families dropped out of programs, suffered through emergencies, had to move overnight. No one seemed surprised when a kid stayed out of school or didn't come to meals; no one asked where he or she was, as if missing stuff was just part of life.

Sometimes kids can do a better job than their parents when life gets mean. We try, but we got confusions

we can visit libraries, go to free places in the city, and think again

Reading is a tool no one can take away. A million bad things may happen in a life and it'll still be with you, like a flashlight that never needs a battery. Reading can offer a crack of light on the blackest of nights.

Dash had explained that owls symbolize knowledge and wisdom

It was almost, with Mr. Waive, like the big words were his way of building a protective fence. Syllables to hide behind.

Dash's heart kept a rhythm with her own at all times, and his power, drive and sparkle filled her mind

Spin it around, look at it from all sides, try to find a weak spot, if there was one.

People, she realized, had rhythms, too. Unique ways of behaving and talking.