Quotes from Sharon M. Draper

Look at that amazing display of sparkle! And feel that wind? It's trying to tickle your toes

Fifth grade is probably pretty rocky for lots of kids. Homework. Never being quite sure if you're cool enough. Clothes. Parents. Wanting to play with toys and wanting to be grown up all at the same time. Underarm odor. I guess I have all that, plus about a million different layers of other stuff to deal with. Making people understand what I want. Worrying about what I look like. Fitting in. Will a boy ever like me? Maybe I'm not so different from everyone else after all.

I love the smell of my mother's hair after she washes it. I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father's face before he shaves. But I've never been able to tell them.

Earthquake report: Call the paramedics. A girl in fifth grade is about to explode.

I'm always amazed at how adults assume I can't hear. They talk about me as if I'm invisible, figuring I'm too retarded to understand their conversation. I learn quite a bit this way.

I tried so hard, I farted! Mrs.

I believe in the goodness of people, sir, and the power of young folks like us to overcome what grown-ups like you might not be able to. ?Sylvia Patterson

Long as you remember, ain't nothin' really gone.

Chocolate family meets vanilla family in the artificial reality that is a mall. Caramel daughter caught helplessly between the two.

Don't take life as a ADVANTAGE take it SERIOUSLY because it's not a game)

I know people will say that it's because of the accident that I came back to church-well, they're right. I'm not too proud to know when a problem is bigger than I am.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice. I love the smell of my mother's hair after she washes it. I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father's face before he shaves. But I've never been able to tell them.

She's, like, really, really beautiful, but I don't think she sees that when she looks in the mirror.

Freedom is a delicate flower, like a pretty leaf in the air: It's hard to catch and may not be what you thought when you get it, she observed quietly.- Polly from Copper Sun

She read it over one last time, not really satisfied, but it was the truth. Even if it still had some scratch-outs.

We were no longer a whole, but three separate pieces. A mom. A dad. A kid sliced in half. Actually, that made us four pieces—'cause I have to be two people: Mom's Izzy and Dad's Isabella.

Mom "I can' read and the school might be open in three weaks

I like how a book feels when I turn the pages, and how the ink smells—almost like something good to eat.

You know, children, quilts, like stories, are part of our heritage, part of our culture. Some quilts even tell stories. Our past is a patchwork of memories and tales. You all keep that forever tucked in your pockets, you hear?

Trust me. The older you get, the scarier the world gets to be.

Stella's father hesitated. "Georgia supports me, but she was a mite trembly this morning. I brought Stella though."He squeezed her shoulders affectionately. "I don't want to just tell her about bravery--I want to show her what it looks like.

I felt like a real girl.

Bad writers don't practice, Stella. It's the good ones who care enough to try, who worry about getting the words just right.

I can create any musical combination of sounds on my piano. That's my superpower.