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“When I discovered libraries, it was like having Christmas every day.”
― Jean Fritz

“Only when a book is written out of passion is there much hope of its being read with passion.”
― Jean Fritz

“Ann didn't move. There was no use; her mother had seen her. She could try to hide the flowered plates but that wouldn't be any use either. Her mother had already been in the cabin and seen the open chest.

Ann waited, her heart pounding and her eyes on the ground. When she finally looked up, her mother was standing quietly beside her and looking at the tea party table. Ann held her breath, but for some reason her mother didn't look cross at all. Instead, there was the same kind of lovingness in her face as she had when she rocked the baby after he had been crying for a long time. Then Mrs. Hamilton turned to Ann and smiled.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Jones," she said. "I hope I am not too late for tea. And is this your daughter?" Mrs. Hamilton nodded toward Semanthie. "My, how she's grown!”
― Jean Fritz, The Cabin Faced West

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― Jean Fritz, Bully for You, Teddy Roosevelt!

“When this book [So Far From The Bamboo Grove] was accepted for publication, a writer friend told Yoko that now she would be competing with other writers. Yoko said, No, she would not compete with anyone for anything. "I competed with life and death when young," she said. "And I won." ... Here is the story of her victory.”
― Jean Fritz, So Far from the Bamboo Grove

“When this book [So Far From The Bamboo Grove] was accepted for publication, a writer friend told Yoko that now she would be competing with other writers. Yoko said, No, she would not compete with anyone for anything. 'I competed with life and death when young,' she said. 'And I won.' ... Here is the story of her victory.”
― Jean Fritz, So Far from the Bamboo Grove

“When I discovered libraries, it was like having Christmas everyday!”
― Jean Fritz

“The blond dog didn't stand around carefully for even one minute. He put his nose to the ground where there were all sorts of exciting new smells waiting for him. He followed the smells and he followed his nose as fast as he could go, exploring the new world of the back yard. Then he came back to Ann and he talked to her. Up and down in his throat he told her about the smells and all about himself and maybe, if anyone had been able to understand him, he even told about some of the wonderful plans he had for himself when he grew up. He tried to wag his little stub of a tail but he was too excited to wag just his tail. He wagged and the whole back half of the little blond puppy went from side to side.”
― Jean Fritz, Champion Dog: Prince Tom