Point of View

“What would you do if you could fly?" Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. "Is that on the quiz?" I ask, grinning as I type. "I think we've studied just about everything else." Mrs. V chuckles. "I'd be scared to let go," I type. "Afraid you'd fall?" she asks. "No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away.” ― Sharon M. Draper, Out of My Mind

"Leslie sat in front of Paul. She had two long, brown pigtails that reached all the way down to her waist. Paul saw those pigtails, and a terrible urge came over him. He wanted to pull a pigtail. He wanted to wrap his fist around it, feel the hair between his fingers, and just yank." Sideways Stories From Wayside School, Louis Sachar

“Sometimes you do have to laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes the world feels all right and good and kind of like it's becoming nice again around you. And you realize it, and realize how happy you are in it, and you just gotta laugh. ” ― Jacqueline Woodson, Peace, Locomotion

“It all began when Ms. Frizzle showed our class a film strip about the human body.  We knew trouble was about to start, because we knew Ms. Frizzle was the strangest teacher in the school.” The Magic School Bus: Inside the Human Body, Joanna Cole and Bruce Degen

The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining that he felt he had said something quite wonderful.  But he knew his mouth had only moved to say hello.  "Do you mind if I ask? How long've you worked at being a fireman?" the girl asked.  "Since I was twenty, ten years ago," said Montag. They walked farther and the girl said, "Is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of going to start them?" "No," Montag replied, "houses have always been fireproof, take my word for it," but the girl knew this was not true. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

“The next morning, Mr. Sir marched the boys to another section of the lake, and each boy dug his own hole, five feet deep and five feet wide. Stanley was glad to be away from the big hole.  At least now he knew just how much he had to dig for the day.  And it was a relief not to have other shovels swinging past his face, or the Warden hanging around.” Holes by Louis Sachar

“Ozma took the arm of her hostess, but Dorothy lagged behind.  When at last she rejoined Glinda and Ozma in the hall, she found them talking earnestly about the condition of the people, and how to make them more happy and contented– although they were already the happiest and most contented folks in all the world.  This interested Ozma, of course, but it didn’t interest Dorothy very much, so the little girl ran over to the big table on which was lying open Glinda’s Great Book of Records.” Ozma of Oz by Frank L. Baum

“Life is where you sleep and what you see when you wake up in the morning, and who you tell about your weird dream, and what you eat for breakfast and who you eat it with. Life isn’t something that happens to you. It’s something you make yourself, all the time.” ― Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger