Quotes from Sharon Creech

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

ILL-AH-NO-WAY

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.

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

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

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

Mrs. Mudkin closed her eyes. We should pray. I ain't praying, Crazy Cora said. Mrs. Mudkin said, Lord, please bless--- I ain't praying. --this land and the people who-- I ain't praying. --have toiled on this earth-- Stop that praying. I can pray if I want to. Then be quiet about it.

I was sitting in the backseat with my brother, Luke, a seven-year-old complexity. Sometimes he acted as if he were two, and sometimes twelve. He was full of questions and energy and opinions except when you wanted him to have any of those things.

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

But I thought about all the things that had to have spun into place in order for us to be alive and for us to be right there, right then. I thought about the few thing we thought we knew and the billions of things we couldn't know, all spinning, whirling our there somewhere.

Sometimes there's not much difference between a heartsick soul and a suck ole donkey.

I didn't have to go. I could fade into the crowd, be pushed along through the tunnel, into the city. I could roll along in my bubble ball. I was used to moving, used to packing up and following along like a robot, but I was tired of it. I wanted to stop moving and I wanted to be somewhere and stay somewhere and I wanted my family.

And when she goes home,' Uncle Max said, 'to the place and the people she has romanticized all these months, she'll see that it isn't all she imagined. She'll be different, but they'll all expect her to be the same.

At home that night, I was working on my mythology report when Phoebe called. She was whispering. When she went downstairs to say good night to her father, he was sitting in his favorite chair staring at the television, but the television wasn't on. If she didn't know her father better, she would have though he had been crying. 'But my father never cries,' she said.

She was my mother, and she was part of me.

I cannot control who was going to come, and who was going to go, and who will stay my buddy, my pal, and who'll find me enchanting, and oddly I feel relieved.

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

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

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

My middle name, Tree, comes from your basic tree, a thing of such beauty to my mother that she made it part of my name.

Gramps said, 'How about a story? Spin us a yarn.

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

The second jealousy is this: I am jealous that my mother had wanted more children. Wasn't I enough? When I walk in her moccasins, though, I say, If I were my mother, I might want more children--not because I don't love my Salamanca, but because I love her so much. I want more of these.

At home that night, I was working on my mythology report when Phoebe called. She was whispering. When she went downstairs to say goodnight to her father, he was sitting in his favorite chair staring at the television, but the television wasn't on. If she did not know her father any better, she would have thought he had been crying. 'But my father never cries,' she said. But my father never cries.