Bridge to Terabithia

He wondered what it would be like to have a mother whose stories were inside her head instead of marching across the television screen all day long.

Sniffing “hippie” and “peacenik,” even though the Vietnam War was over and it was supposed to be OK again to like peace,

She ran as though it was her nature. It reminded him of the flight of wild ducks in the autumn. So smooth. The word “beautiful” came to his mind, but he shook it away and hurried up toward the house.

It made Jess ache inside to watch his dad grab the little ones to his shoulder, or lean down and hug them. It seemed to him that he had been thought too big for that since the day he was born

Ellie’s voice was sweeter than a melted Mars Bar.

“It ain’t the same for dogs. It’s like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.

He may not have been born with guts, but he didn’t have to die without them

are fit to fry

He dumped two spoonfuls of sugar into his cup

banging two cups onto the table