middle-grade

My father was a patient father. He was so patient that when he once saw a sign that read __atient Entrance_ at the Welt Foot Hospital, he drove his automobile incredibly slow.

My attention was like cooking butter, not spreadable at the best of times. And when it was spreadable, it could destroy your toast by setting it ablaze. I was unpredictable, even to myself.

A great deal of a child__ life is being asked and being told things by adults and not knowing the answers or what to do. So, I didn__ say anything.

You can always tell the heart of man by what he do, and by what he don't do...

Nearly all men have weak hearts, in one way or another.

And it is a strange thing about love... it is that it can take a strength that would seem otherwise insignificant and transform it into a hardly quenchable power.

You know, Dorothy, you can__ let people bring you down so easily or you__l have your nose in the dirt for the rest of your life. From what I make of it, for every person with a good thought, there are about fifty who__ try to spoil it. We have to guard our good ideas, our happy thoughts, and fight for them. Because if we let those others snuff them out, well, we didn__ after all deserve them.

A word is a small song.

Leaves lift trees.

Something warned me that what I might see would haunt me forever.

I'm serious, Jim. You need to put this crap away. You walk into school on Monday talking to me, or anyone else, about the city's pesky troll problem, and you're not exactly going to get a lot of people saying, 'Gee, thanks for the warning.' It'll spread faster than mono. You think things are tough for us now? Jim, this will be the end. I'm sorry if you had a crazy nightmare. I really am. But I can't let you ruin our lives.

Is it...can we...is it safe?" Tub checked the lot but he seemed unconcerned. "Coach Lawrence nabbed him for practice. We live to fight another day, soldier." "No...I mean, the thing...is it...?" Tub frowned. "The thing. Hmmm. Can you be more specific? I clutched at the bumper and raised myself to unsteady feet. I patted the truck bed, taking solace in the cake of dust. It was real; I was not caught in a nightmare. I smeared the dust with my fingers and smelled it. "If you lick that, we're no longer friends," Tub said.

If a wish turns to hope, it__ worth chasing. (Lucas Warbuck: Darkotika - Book 2)

Junk?_ Lina repeated, incredulous. Oh, she wasn__ about to let that pass.

Normally, she would never wish a head injury on anyone, but it might make her days in Archival Studies a bit easier.

When you say fair, Samantha,_ said Mr Green through a peculiar smile, __o you mean one of those travelling fleets of vehicles that arrive and set up things like spinning Waltzers and Big Wheels and all manner of machines that whizz people around in circles and up and down and from side to side? Machines that could..._ Mr Green turned away and his unnatural smile became even more unsettling... __asily go wrong!

I love to walk through snow, to climb mountains, to smell the fresh air and I love to dream about flying. Soaring through the air, watching the earth from above, feeling the wind in my face and touching the clouds would be an amazing experience.

Sometimes what we don't want is actually what we need.