Quotes About Ramona

My first car was a '63 Chevy station wagon that I called Ramona, because that's the sound it made. 'Farm Use' was painted on the back. It was right off the set of 'Hee Haw.'

Over the years, I have been approached about making Ramona into a cartoon or movie, but I was afraid that no one could really capture the spunky character of Ramona.

Ramona was originally an accidental character I added to the Henry Huggins books because I noticed that none of the characters had siblings. I added Ramona as Beazus' pestering little sister.

Say, who is this Mr. King?" "What Mr. King?" asked Ramona, walking into his trap. "Nosmo King

Ramona, are you having problems with your income tax?" Mrs. Quimby asked, behaving as if she were serious even though she was joking.

No," said Ramona. "He's the kind of grown-up who teases children and thinks he's funny.

Mother," said Ramona urgently. This time she stepped into the hall. "Unless we get a ladder (Go back to your room, Ramona) and break the window so we can unlock it," Mother continued, speaking with one sentence inside another, the way grown-ups so often did with Ramona around. "But Mother," insisted Ramona even more urgently. "I have to—" "Oh, dear, I might have known," sighed Mother.

For the first time, Ramona began to doubt that her father was the best artist in the whole world. This thought made her feel sad...

Then she decided her mother had not really guessed because she often asked where the fire was when Ramona was in a hurry.

Ramona did not know what to say. She did not feel words like darling or adorable fitted this baby.

As Ramona sat letting these thoughts slide through her mind, the telephone rang in the kitchen.

Ramona, who did not mean to pester her mother, could not see why grown-ups had to be so slow.

Nobody but a genuine grown-up was going to take her to school. If she had to, she would make a great big noisy fuss, and when Ramona made a great big noisy fuss, she usually got her own way. Great big noisy fusses were often necessary when a girl was the youngest member of her family and the youngest person on her block.

It was a warm September day, and Ramona, neat and clean, with lunch bag in hand, half skipped, half hopped, scrunching through the dry leaves on the sidewalk.

Mrs. Quimby had heard. "Ramona, do you want to go to your room?

Pest was a fighting word to Ramona, because it was unfair. She was not a pest, at least not all the time. She was only littler than everyone else in the family, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not catch up.

That Ramona! thought Henry. Always causing him trouble on his route.

Ramona, I hear the mission bells above, Ramona, they're ringing out our song of love." Ramona stared at her book as she thought mean, dark thoughts about Uncle Hobart.

Ruby's was where I'd long picked up delicious bits and pieces of small-town troubles, and of course, Ramona Jean was my very best source.