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“Any child who has ever experienced a moment of self-doubt will be both reassured and delighted by this heartwarming tale of two very different friends and their ability to help one another feel more complete.”

“Also, how I distrust neat designs of life that are drawn upon half sheets of notepaper. What delights me is the confusion, the height, the indifference, and the fury.”

“We are who we are, and we’re good with it. I figured the others felt the same way. Who cares what the popular kids think of us? Was I ever wrong about that! As soon as someone from the A-list showed even the slightest interest in video club, we all went weak in the knees and lined up to love him.”

“Am I scared of the horrible things I know will happen to my kid to hurt him? Absolutely. But would I stop those things at the risk of taking away joy and growth and the absolute embracing of life? Never. Because I love this child for being mine, but I also love him for being who he will be, and I can’t tell you how excited I am to watch him discover that for himself.”

“I put the broom down wrap my arms around her and tell her thank you. For loving us, and Dad, and letting us play basketball, and being the best mother in the world.”

“I suppose there’s a time in practically every young boy’s life when he’s affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love. I don’t mean the kind a boy has for the pretty little girl that lives down the road. I mean the real kind, the kind that has four small feet and a wiggly tail, and sharp little teeth that can gnaw on a boy’s finger; the kind a boy can romp and play with, even eat and sleep with.”

“He sure put things into words good.”

“That’s the best hunting dog we’ve ever had. Best in the village and you know it. Everybody knows it. She does you credit, Rufus.”

“A man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind.”

“How does it work, anyway? When will it be Molly’s turn? When a really long time has passed and many ladies have come and gone, it’s Molly’s turn. What is she getting? ′ A bag....′ A bag of something. Whar was it? ‘A bag....’ Now everyone is looking at Molly. What good does that do? Can’t they look at something else? ‘A bag....’