Sharon Creech
Sharon Creech
Sharon Creechis an American writer of children's novels. She was the first American winner of the Carnegie Medal for British children's books and the first person to win both the American Newbery Medal and the British Carnegie...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth29 July 1945
CitySouth Euclid, OH
CountryUnited States of America
men soul body
Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.
caring men moon
Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.
night might pandoras-box
On that night after Phoebe had given her Pandora report, I thought about the Hope in Pandora's box. Maybe when everything seemed sad and miserable, Phoebe and I could both hope that something might start to go right.
love heart going-away
Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.
life-is-like meatballs spaghetti
Life is like a bowl of spaghetti. Every once in a while, you get a meatball.
thinking brain trying
Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.
love boys waiting
Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.
reading writing listening
Don’t be in too much of a rush to be published. There is enormous value in listening and reading and writing—and then putting your words away for weeks or months–and then returning to your work to polish it some more.
fall parent wish
I was wishing I was invisible. Outside, the leaves were falling to the ground, and I was infinitely sad, sad down to my bones. I was sad for Phoebe and her parents and Prudence and Mike, sad for the leaves that were dying, and sad for myself, for something I had lost.
blue car mud
So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.
girl writing boys
I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do.
book people littles
I don't remember titles of books or authors from when I was young. I remember the title of only one book, which was 'The Timber Toes.' I remember it was a family of little wooden people who lived in the woods, and for some reason that stayed with me.
brain empty
I tried. Can't do it. Brain's empty.
sound wonder silent
Something I am wondering: if you cannot hear do you have no sounds in your head? Do you see a silent movie