“Miss Murphy in first gradewrote its name in chalkacross the board and told usit was roaring down the storm tracksof the milky way at frightful speedand if it wandered off its courseand smashed into the earththere'd be no school tomorrow.”

“Strange and harrowing must be his story; frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course, and wrecked it--thus!”

“But the sweet face of Lucy GrayWill never more be seen.The storm came on before its time:She wandered up and down;And many a hill did Lucy climb:But never reached the town.”

“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes it's the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,'I'll try again tomorrow.”

“I'm pounding and kicking him and I'm all me and I'm kicking and kicking into the face that's crying and begging for mercy, kicking, kicking...only for real, for cold ice real, it's not my foot smashing his face to a pulp, but my stick smashing the puck into the board, and it's not him crying, but me.”

“In the first place God made idiots. This was for practice. Then he made school boards.”