347 Quotes by Jerry Spinelli

I’m pounding and kicking him and I’m all me and I’m kicking and kicking into the face that’s crying and begging for mercy, kicking, kicking... only for real, for cold ice real, it’s not my foot smashing his face to a pulp, but my stick smashing the puck into the board, and it’s not him crying, but me.

Every name is real. That’s the nature of names.

But those pictures and those moments are posed and smiling. They’re not as real as this.

I was feeling nine ways at once, and they all ended up at the touch of her hand on my ear...

She taught me to revel She taught me to wonder. She taught me to laugh.

And each night in bed I thought of her as the moon came through my window. I could have lowered my shade to make it darker and easier to sleep, but I never did. In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn’t the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side...

He said even if it’s too cloudy to see, the sun will still rise, it will still be there. “But that’s the whole point,” I said. “Seeing it.” “Is it?” he said.

There’s nothing sadder than a sobbing waffle.

I love surprises! That’s what is great about reading. When you open a book, you never know what you’ll find.