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Louise Fitzhugh
Louise Fitzhugh

Louise Fitzhugh (October 5, 1928 – November 19, 1974) was an American author and illustrator, best known for her classic children's novel Harriet the Spy. Born in Memphis, Tennessee, she grew up in New York City and studied art at Bard College and Cooper Union. Fitzhugh's works are noted for their psychological depth and rebellious spirit, challenging traditional gender and family norms in children's literature. Harriet the Spy, published in 1964, remains a beloved and influential book, adapted into films and TV series. She died of a brain aneurysm at age 46, but her legacy endures in the world of children's literature. more

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“Then I dropped my forehead against his and sat there for a long time, as if I could telegraph a message through our two skulls, from my brain to his. I wanted to make him understand some things. You know all that stuff we’ve always said about you?” I whispered. “What a total pain you are? Don’t believe it. Don’t believe it for a minute, Marley.” He needed to know that, and something more, too. There was something I had never told him, that no one ever had. I wanted him to hear it before he went. Marley,” I said. “You are a great dog.”

“The moment you become miserly you are closed to the basic phenomenon of life: expansion, sharing. The moment you start clinging to things, you have missed the target--you have missed. Because things are not the target, you, your innermost being, is the target--not a beautiful house, but a beautiful you; not much money, but a rich you; not many things, but an open being, available to millions of things.”