Quotes from Sharon M. Draper

Dad also has the loudest, stinkiest farts in creation. I don't know how he manages to control them at work, or even if he does, but when he'd get home, he'd let them loose. They'd start as he walked up the stairs. Step, fart.

Interrupting my thoughts, Mrs. V asks, "What continent produces the largest crop of cacao beans, which give us this chocolate?

So you want to be mean and fake and thoughtless?" I looked up at her angry face, then looked away. "No. Normal." "Normal sucks!" she roared. "People love you because you're Melody, not because of what you can or cannot do. Give us a little credit." "I want

Mentre guardavo il film mi domandai che cosa avremmo chiesto al mago, se io e il mio cane fossimo stati trasportati ad Oz. Mmm, vediamo un po'. Cervello? Ne ho da vendere. Coraggio? Cubik non ha paura di niente! Un cuore? Io e la mia cucciola abbiamo un cuore grande così. Che cosa avrei chiesto, allora? Mi piacerebbe cantare come il Leone Codardo e danzare come l'Uomo di Latta. Nessuno dei due lo faceva molto bene, ma a me sarebbe bastato.

The next two weeks pass in a whirlwind.

Look at it this way," Mr. Dimming told Connor. "If Melody Brooks can win the first round, then my questions must not be difficult enough! We're all going to rally to win the competition!" Everybody cheered. Except me.

churches were bombed, houses were burned, people were lynched.

I guess I figured out I was different a little at a time. Since I never had trouble thinking or remembering, it actually sort of surprised me that I couldn't do stuff. And it made me angry.

just plain awesome.

Everybody uses words to express themselves. Except me. And I bet most people don't realize the real power of words. But I do.

Talk. I pointed to my board. I hit the word again and again. Talk. Talk. Talk.

me, the inside wires that connect to my physical body are sort of like the ones inside that fixture. They're pretty much fried. But the wires to my brain—ah! Absolutely, exceptionally excellent!

Country is lemons—not sour, but sugar sweet and tangy. Lemon cake icing, cool, fresh lemonade! Lemon, lemon, lemon! Love it.

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.

Put yourself in Melody's chair. Write a paper that tells what it would be like to be Melody for one day. Write about your feelings and frustrations.

Everybody uses words to express themselves. Except me. And I bet most people don't realize the real power of words. But I do. Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

Le parole mi turbinano intorno da sempre come fiocchi di neve, tutte delicate e diverse, e tutte mi si sciolgono in mano prima che le tocchi.

Our team hasn't done anything special. They don't need to. They have me.

Country is lemons—not sour, but sugar sweet and tangy. Lemon cake icing, cool, fresh lemonade! Lemon, lemon, lemon!

Ho capito di essere diversa un pò alla volta, credo. Pensavo o ricordavo le cose senza problemi, ma ero stupita di non poter fare le cose. E questo mi mandava in bestia.

As another stack of two-by-fours landed by her porch, Stella couldn't help but think about how folks had come together when Spoon Man showed up. This time, however, they managed to do a cook-up for a whole house! Nobody had everything, but everybody had something to offer.

As the children from Riverside School and the children from Mountain View School filed out of the store, each grabbing one silver-wrapped chocolate from Mrs. Cooper's basket, it struck Stella that everyone got the same thing, no matter which school they went to.

You work real hard, and what do you have to show for it?

Ashes don't necessarily signify an end.