59 Quotes by Lynda Mullaly Hunt

She doesn’t get it. Being funny when you don’t mean to be is terrible. Having to laugh at yourself along with everyone else is humiliating.

You can either stay here while they throw shovelfuls of sand on you or just climb out. Your choice not theirs. Then I head toward the stairs, not even loking back at Brandy or Tressa. And it feels really good to step away from the shovels of sand they’ve been throwing on me for weeks and finally climb out of the hole.

If. I. Were. Aquaman. I. Would. Summon. The piranhas. To take you away. You could be their queen.

After they leave, I look at the three of us and think about how there are three primary colors. Yellow, blue, and red. Those three colors create every other color ever.

BE SOMEONE’S HERO.

My mouth dries up. I know I am not apologizing for the picture. I am sorry for being there in the first place.

Connecticut is covered with them, but in March the branches are still bare. Like long, gray fingers waving us along as we speed by.

I love how Albert can’t choose one character while Oliver wants to write about everyone.

What do you like, then?” “Buffalo wings,” I say. He laughs a little. “What do you like about school?” “Leaving.” He.