Clara

“It was a Saturday that you somehow knew was going to be one of the last beautiful days of fall. The sun was shining hot, like it thought it was still July, and November drizzles were a whole season away. The sky was blue and a few white clouds were easing themselves along like they didn't care. The grass was warm and sweet, like April, but the trees hadn't forgotten it was October. They were all on fire, and behind their leaves, the birds were singing their last songs.”
― Gary D. Schmidt, Okay for Now

“The world was beautiful. It surprised me, how beautiful it kept on insisting on being. In spite of all the lies, it was beautiful.”
― Kate DiCamillo, Louisiana's Way Home

“Because that is what it means to be alive, on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn't it?”
― Kate DiCamillo, Louisiana's Way Home

“He was the kind of person who, if you asked him for one of something, gave you two instead.”
― Kate DiCamillo, Louisiana's Way Home