Quotes from Jerry Spinelli

And the more you love someone, the safer it is to be mad at them. Love can handle mad, no problem.

Happy. I had not heard that word since Mr. Milgrom spoke it at the last Hanukkah. I asked him the question that had been on my mind since then. Tata, what is happy? He looked at me and at the ceiling and back to me. Did you ever taste an orange? he said.

You are what you are Which is what? I wondered

Or maybe you're merely uncomfortable with uncertainty. Like the rest of the human race.

I'm that way, goofy as it sounds. Sometimes I don't want things to happen-I'm talking about good things, even wonderful things-because once they happen, I can't look forward to them anymore. But there's an upside, too. Once a wonderful thing is over, I'm not all that sad because then I can start thinking about it, reliving and reliving it in the virtual world in my head.

We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...

Hari ini memanggil-manggilmu, mencoba mendapatkan perhatianmu, tapi kau terpaku pada hari esok dan hari ini pun berlalu tetes demi tetes seperti air di dalam talang.

Inside his house, a kid gets one name, but on the other side of the door, it's whatever the rest of the world wants to call him.

Love makes its own magic.

I thought of the stone angel. I pictured the snow falling over it, two classes of snow rising on the top of its wings. So silent, the both of them, the angel and the snow. I pretended I was the stone angel. I close my eyes and pretended as hard as I could, and after a while I was convinced I could feel wings sprouting from my shoulders. I wanted to look, to see my wings, but I was an angel stone, so I could not move.

If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soon you'll hate a hundred people.

I didn't realize we were being watched. We were all being watched

No When. No Then. Only Now.

Someday in the far future, when the Milky Way has turned another cosmic click, will someone carry a chair to your grave site and keep you company forever? Can you imagine someone loving you that much?

She was gone. She was serenity. Her lips faintly smiling. Her golden skin. The glowing thread-ends of her hair. She seemed to have been dipped iin sunlight and set here to dry. I felt a pang of jealousy, that she could be sitting next to me and not know it. That she could be somewhere most wonderful and I could not be there, too.

The flash would prove that proton decay really happens. The flash would mean that the matter of the proton - the solid stuff - had turned into the energy of the flash (E-mc2). Totally. Nothing left behind. No ash. No smoke. No smell. Nada. One moment it's there, the next moment - pffft - gone. What would it mean? Only this: Nothing lasts. Nothing. Because everything that exists is made of protons.

There's nothing sadder than a sobbing waffle.

The sounds of extinct birds may be preserved in the songs of mockingbirds

He was the Grand Marshall of our Everyday Parade

It seemed we were no longer separate, but were one.

When somebody says or does something you like. Amen.

I did leave something behind with you: my heart. Of course, you didn't know it at the time. Maybe I didn't either. What have you done with my heart, Leo? Have you taken good care of it? Have you misplaced it?

He's a sunshine bottle.

Every day brings a new memory of something we did a year ago. A parade of unhappy anniversaries.