Quotes About Playfulness

I had a roll of non sequiturs in my pockets and I was just tossing them out across the water trying to get a good skip going.

It was a case of two dogs playing on a hearth-rug; one worrying a paper screw, snarling, snapping, giving a pinch, now and then, at the old dog's ear; the other lying somnolent, blinking at the fire, raising a paw, turning and growling good-temperedly. They had to be together, share with each other, fight with each other, quarrel with each other.

made up, as one makes up the better part of life...making oneself up; ...creating an exquisite amusement...

My little cup brims with tiddles.

Rope-skipping, hopscotch. That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a nymphet was groping under me for a lost marble), and asked if I had stomachache, the insolent hag. Ah, leave me alone in my pubescent park, in my mossy garden. Let them play around me forever. Never grow up.

I discovered there was an endless source of robust enjoyment in trifling with psychiatrists.

I am just winking happy thoughts into a little tiddle cup.

Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp

Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!

It is funnier to bend things than to break them.

Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

Easy there, Smurfette.

We're your friends. Our job is to tease you mercilessly about your foibles, rag you about your upright, honorable nature, and point out to you when you're being a complete dolt.

Greenie Coombs became my best friend the last summer of making things up. We were in fourth grade, way too old for playing with Barbies, which is why we were so close: we had to protect our secret.

I had no idea whether they played hide-and-seek in Mexico. Still, it was a game that let me be confident instead of self-conscious and confused, so I reached out my hand to touch the nearest part of him, which was his knee. "Tag," I said. "You're it." If he had run, I could have chased him and known what I was doing, because I know how to be eight, nine, ten, and eleven...

Who are you today?" her mom asked. "Isn't it obvious?" "Not to anyone over the age of seven." "I'm a ballerina-spy-deathmetalhead." "Lovely," said her mother.

Some days I am all about the ironic gesture

Do you want to dance?" he asked. Amy looked at him in surprise. "With you?" Ty grinned. "No - with the giant nutcracker in the corner." -Ty and Amy/ Chapter 5

Mick, I love your tiger. Which isn't a euphemism for your penis. Though I really like that too.

I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world.

That's why I love that kid. I can get a proper roasting from him and still be good friends.

Moody slid shrieking down the hill, backward and belly first and three at a time and once – in Trip's case – standing up like a surfer. Mrs. Richardson, perched atop the hill, applauded and cheered. Then Izzy went down

Sevgilim, çocuklara ÅŸaka yap?lmaz. Ben de bir çocuktum.

Someone who doesn't take herself too seriously and can be a goofball. Because everyone's a nerd inside, I don't care how cool you are.