Lydia Grace

“I wanted so much to step over and pick them up. Several times I tried to move my feet, but they seemed to be nailed to the floor. I knew the pups were mine, all mine, yet I couldn't move. My heart started aching like a drunk grasshopper. I tried to swallow and couldn't. My Adam's apple wouldn't work. One pup started my way. I held my breath. On he came until I felt a scratchy little foot on mine. The other pup followed. A warm puppy tongue caressed my sore foot. I heard the stationmaster say, 'They already know you.' I knelt down and gathered them in my arms. I buried my face between their wiggling bodies and cried.”
― Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

“She did come from a family of bards, Jake,” Atticus said. “Beards?” Dan asked. “Bards,” Atticus said with a snort of laughter. “Poets. The learned scholars of Ireland.” “I bet they had beards, though,” Dan said, and Atticus laughed and threw an eraser at him.”
― Jude Watson, Nowhere to Run

“On my way home I didn't walk on the ground. I was way up in the clouds just skipping along.”
― Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

“From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince