What did Jerry Spinelli mean by: When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light. - Jerry Spinelli Author Copy
+ This was the ghetto: where children grow down instead of up. Feraz Zeid, August 3, 2023December 12, 2023, Jerry Spinelli, Children, Growth, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ Nobody has the time, the time cannot be owned. The time is free to everyone Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ And the more you love someone, the safer it is to be mad at them. Love can handle mad, no problem. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, Love, Mad, Problem, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it’s all downhill from there. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ Usually it takes me about nine to 12 months to write a book. Feraz Zeid, July 29, 2023December 12, 2023, Jerry Spinelli, Book, Writing, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, Lying, Memories, Night, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ The blanket was there, but it was the boy’s embrace that covered and warmed him. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, Blanket, Boys, Embrace, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
+ It (enchantment) started when the earth was born. It never stops. It is, always. It’s just here. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Jerry Spinelli, Earth, 0 - Jerry Spinelli Author
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France