Barbara Lynne Park (née Tidswell; April 21, 1947 – November 15, 2013) was an American author of children's books. (wikipedia)
Our nannas are losers.
Sometimes I think he’s the kind of friend that grownups call a ‘fair-weather friend.’ That means when everything’s going smoothly, he’s the best friend a guy could want. But as soon as something goes wrong…(he) sort of turns on you.
And sometimes when you're very mixed-up inside, you do things you know you shouldn't do.
The upside to grief is it takes away your appetite. When people say you look good they really mean it. Nature's thoughtful that way.
Moving makes you feel all alone inside.
I don't even like clowns. Clowns are not normal people.
Society just has a way of inhibiting you, which is good and bad.
Sometimes grown ups don't act their right old age
A stick or a stone only stings for a minute. A name seems to hurt forever.
Can't we be friends?' I hate your guts, Frankovitch' Can't our guts be friends?