“There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.”

“Was that a bad lady, Papa?" she asked eagerly.No."But she looked bad."There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky."But she was all painted and..."She was one who had seen better days.”

“You know, a lot of people would think that these stories that you're making up all the time were terrible lies because they are not the truth as people see the truth. In the future, when something comes up, you tell exactly how it happened but write down for yourself the way you think it should have happened. Tell the truth and write the story. Then you won't get mixed up.”

“No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements districts.... That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people.”

“I never listen to what people tell me and I can't read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it's wrong. If I feel good, it's right.”

“The Nolan's just could't get enough of life. They lived their own lives up to the hilt but that wasn't enough. They had to fill in on the lives of all the people they made contact with.”

“She told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said,"You have a bad case, a very bad case.""Of what?""Growing up.”