Horace and Morris and Dolores were friends – the greatest of friends, the truest of friends, the now-and-forever-I’m-yours sort of friends.

At this point, Chester started to bathe his tail, which is a cat’s way of changing a subject he finds uncomfortable.

Mom, you’re not going to let him name him, are you? That’s favoritism, and I’ll be traumatized if you do.

So, this is a rabbit, I thought. He sort of looks like Chester, only he’s got longer ears and a shorter tail. And a motor in his nose.

A day can start out ordinary and end up being in the top ten. – Joe Bunch.

There’s no such thing as a wasted wish.

Another Thing I’m Sick of Hearing: If I started that gay rights group, I must be gay. So if i start an animal rights group, what does that make me? A giraffe?

Anyway, I do not want you thinking that I or Addie or Joe or Skeezie feel sorry for ourselves. We do not. Other people may call us names or think we’re weird or whatever, but that does not mean we believe them. We may be misfits, but we’re okay. Leastwise, in our own eyes we are, and that’s all that matters.

Sometimes kids just act impulsively, but it’s because we have strong feelings, not because we’re trying to make trouble.

This business of really knowing people, deep down, including your own self, it is not something you can learn in school or from a book. It takes your whole being to do it – your eyes and your ears, your brain and your heart. Maybe your heart most of all. – Bobby Goodspeed.