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- ~ ”Sh” He warned. The walls were
thin. Momma would be mad as flies
in a fruit jar if they woke her up this time of day. (p.1)
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- ~ And when he finished, he put flowers in her hair and led her across
the bridge – the great bridge into Terabithia – which might look to
someone with no magic in him like a few planks across a nearly dry
gully. …”Can’t you see ‘um?” he
whispered. “All the Terabithians
standing on tiptoe to see you…There’s a rumor going around that the
beautiful girl arriving today might be the queen they’ve been waiting for.”
(p.163)
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- ~ Jess had passed Miss Edmunds
in the hall earlier in the day, and she had stopped him and made a fuss
over him. “Did you keep drawing
this summer?” “Yes’m.” “May I see your pictures or are they
private?” Jess shoved his hair
off his red forehead. “I’ll show
you ‘um.” She smiled her
beautiful even-toothed smile and shook her shining black hair off her
shoulders. “Great!” she
said. “See you.” He nodded and smiled back. Even his toes had felt warm and
tingly. (p.38)
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- ~ How could he trust everything
that mattered to him to a sassy six-year-old? Sometimes it seemed to him that his
life was delicate as a dandelion.
One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.
(p.99)
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- ~ He managed to endure the
whole boring week of school for that one half hour on Friday afternoons
when they’d sit on the worn-out rug on the floor of the teachers’ room
(there was no place else in the building for Miss Edmunds to spread out
all her stuff) and sing songs like “My Beautiful Balloon,” “This Land Is
Your Land,” “Free To Be You and Me,” “Blowing In The Wind,” and because
Mr. Turner, the principal, insisted, “God Bless America.” (p.15)
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- ~ He swung across the creek
almost too disgusted with himself to be afraid. Halfway across he looked down and
stuck his tongue out at the roaring below. Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? Tra-l-la-la-la, he said to himself,
then quickly looked up again toward the crab apple tree. (p.118)
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- ~ At first they avoided each other during school hours, but by October
they grew careless about their friendship. Gary Fulcher, like Brenda, took great
pleasure in teasing Jess about his “girlfriend.” It hardly bothered Jess. He knew that a girlfriend was somebody
who chased you on the playground and tried to grab you and kiss you.
(p.55)
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- ~ “Did I ever tell you about Hamlet?”
He rolled over on his back.
“Not yet,” he said happily.
Lord, he loved Leslie’s stories.
Someday, when he was good enough, he would ask her to write them
in a book and let him do all the pictures. (p.67)
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- ~ “We need a place.” She said, “just for us. It would be so secret that we would
never tell anyone in the whole world about it.” Jess came swinging back and dragged
his feet to a stop. She lowered her voice almost to a whisper. “It might be a whole secret country,”
she continued, “and you and I would be the rulers of it.” (p.49)
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- ~ The picture of Janice Avery
crying on the toilet seat was too much for Jess to imagine.(p.92)
- ~ “It’s a very complicated situation.
I can understand now why Janice has so many problems relating to
people.” (p.95)
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- ~ “Know what, Jess?” “What?” “Thanks to you, I think I now have one
and one-half friends at Lark Creek School.” It hurt him for it to mean so much to
Leslie to have friends. (p.97)
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- ~ He paused in mid-air like a stop action TV shot and turned, almost
losing his balance, to face the questioner, who was sitting on the
fence, nearest the old Perkins place, dangling bare brown legs. The person had jaggedy brown hair cut
close to its face and wore one of those blue undershirtlike tops with
faded jeans cut off above the knees.
He couldn’t honestly tell whether it was a girl or a boy. (p.20)
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- ~ “Money is not the
problem.” “Sure it’s the
problem.” “I mean,” she said
stiffly, “not for us.” It took
him a minute to catch on. He
tried to remember not to talk about money with her after that. (p.41)
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- ~ They found the Burke girl this morning down in the creek.”…”No!” Jess was yelling now. “I don’t believe you. You’re lying to me!” He looked around again wildly for
someone to agree. But they all had their heads down except May Belle,
whose eyes were wide with terror. (p.131)
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- ~ Lord he loved to draw. Animals,
mostly. Not regular animals like
Miss Bessie or the chickens, but crazy animals with problems – for some
reason he liked to put his beasts into impossible fixes. (p.12)
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- ~ Maybe, he thought, I was a
foundling, like in stories…My dad found me and brought me here because
he’d always wanted a son for his stupid daughters. (p.73)
- ~ Leslie’s parents were both young, with straight white teeth and lots
of hair – both of them. Leslie
called them Judy and Bill. (p.57)
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- ~ “C’mon Prince Terrien,” he said quite loudly. “We must make a funeral wreath for the
queen.” (p.152)
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- ~ Leslie, were you scared? Did
you know you were dying? Were you scared like me? A picture of Leslie being sucked into
the cold water flashed across his brain.
(p. 152)
- ~ “’Course you’re scared. Anybody’d be scared. You just gotta trust me, OK? I’m not gonna let you fall, May
Belle. I promise you. (p.154)
- ~ “Lord, May Belle, I was shaking like Jello.” (p.157)
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- ~ "What if"-Leslie's voice faltered; then she shook her head
and cleared her throat so the words came out stronger-"what if you
don't have a television set?“
(p.44)
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- ~ A U-haul was parked right by
the door. One of those big
jointed ones. These people had a
lot of junk. But they wouldn't
last. The Perkins place was one
of those ratty old country houses you moved into because you had no
decent place to go and moved out of as quickly as you could. (p.10)
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- ~ The devil of it was that none of his regular teachers ever liked his
drawings. When they’d catch him scribbling, they’d screech about
waste-wasted time, wasted paper, wasted ability. (p.14)
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- ~ At the stronghold he tied the ribbon around the puppy’s neck, laughing
as it backed out of the loop and chewed at the ends of the ribbon. It was a clever, lively little thing-a
present Jess could be proud of. (p.77)
- ~ He wanted to tell her how proud
and good she made him feel, that the rest of Christmas didn’t matter
because today had been so good, but the
words he needed weren’t there. (p.78)
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- ~ Leslie – dead – girlfriend – rope – broke –fell – you – you –
you. The words exploded in his
head like corn against the sides of the popper. God – dead – you – Leslie – dead –
you. He ran until he was
stumbling but he kept on, afraid to stop. Knowing somehow that running was the
only thing that could keep Leslie from being dead. It was up to him. He had to keep going. (p.132)
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- ~ May Belle had her eyes all squinched as though Leslie was some strange
creature in a zoo. “You gotta
believe the Bible, Leslie.”
(p.108)
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