Every name is real. That's the nature of names.
Jerry SpinelliMots clés names
Home is everything you can walk to.
Jerry SpinelliAnd 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, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.
Jerry SpinelliEvery child's bedroom is as important as a telescope orbiting the planet earth or a philosopher's study.
Jerry SpinelliMots clés blah
Heart and head are contrary historians.
Jerry SpinelliStar people are rare.
Jerry SpinelliFriendship isn't always sunnyside up.
Jerry SpinelliMots clés fiction
You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.
Jerry SpinelliMots clés stargirl
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.
Jerry SpinelliMots clés love stargirl flower spinelli
The desert seems to be a brown wasteland of dry, prickly scrub whose only purpose is to serve as a setting for the majestic saguaros. Then, little by little, the plants of the desert begin to identify themselves: the porcupiny yucca, the beaver tail and prickly pear and barrel cacti, buckhorn and staghorn and devil's fingers, the tall, sky-reaching tendrils of the ocotillo.
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