“I shook myself; I was dreaming. As I went to bed the words of the eighth-grade class's teacher, when the class got to Evangeline , kept echoing in my ears: "We're coming to a long poem now, boys and girls. Now don't be babies and start counting the pages." I lay there like a baby, counting the pages over and over, counting the pages.” LongDreamGirlClassBoysTeacherBabyBedPagesEarsLaysGradesCountingBoy And GirlEighth Grade Book:A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables Source: A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables
“Natalie Lyalin is writing some of the best poems in the world. There is an evil in her gorgeous poem-hearts. She must have sold her heart to the devil to write like this—so beautiful, so funny and so strange. Her images stack and stack down the page without spilling, each line such a bombshell you'll start reading backward to the first line. These poems are like babies—they will pop out of trees.” WorldWritingFirstsHeartBeautifulEvilReadingLinesTreeStrangeBabyPagesDevilPopsGorgeousSpillingBombshellsBest Poem Author:Zachary Schomburg
“We go from Malachi to Matthew in one page of our scriptures, but that one piece of paper that separates the Old Testament from the New Testament represents 400 years of history - 400 years where there wasn't a prophet, 400 years where God's voice wasn't heard. And that silence was broken with the cry of a baby on Christmas night.” YearsNightVoiceSilencePiecesHeardCryBrokenBabyPaperPagesScriptureProphetTestamentNew TestamentOld TestamentOne PieceMatthew Author:Louie Giglio
“I took my coffee into the dining room and settled down with the morning paper. A woman in New York had had twins in a taxi. A woman in Ohio had just had her seventeenth child. A twelve-year-old girl in Mexico had given birth to a thirteen-pound boy. The lead article on the woman's page was about how to adjust the older child to the new baby. I finally found an account of an axe murder on page seventeen, and held my coffee cup up to my face to see if the steam might revive me.” IfsYearsChildrenMightFacesGirlFoundGivenRoomsBoysMorningNew YorkBabyBirthPaperPagesAccountsMurderCoffeeCupsPoundsArticlesMexicoTwelveTwinsSteamTaxiOhioThirteenSeventeenCoffee CupDiningReviveNew BabyDining Rooms Book:The Magic of Shirley Jackson Source: The Magic of Shirley Jackson
“At this rate, I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day. Then I knew what the problem was. I needed experience. How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die? A girl I knew had just won a prize for a short story about her adventures among the pygmies in Africa. How could I compete with that sort of thing?” IfsWritingStoriesProblemDiesGirlAdventureBabyNeededLuckyPagesRateAffairPrizeShort StoryLove Affair Book:the bell jar Source: the bell jar
“Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128)” DoneWholeBodyFeltBabyPagesChinaSensationsWarmthFloodBullsMuch Love Author:Kate DiCamillo