If you don’t see the book you want on the shelves, write it.
BEVERLY CLEARYWhen I was in the first grade I was afraid of the teacher and had a miserable time in the reading circle, a difficulty that was overcome by the loving patience of my second grade teacher. Even though I could read, I refused to do so.
More Beverly Cleary Quotes
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Quite often somebody will say, What year do your books take place? and the only answer I can give is, In childhood.
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If she can’t spell, why is she a librarian? Librarians should know how to spell.
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I had a very wise mother. She always kept books that were my grade level in our house.
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I was a great reader of fairy tales. I tried to read the entire fairy tale section of the library.
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The humiliation that Jane had felt turned to something else–grief perhaps, or regret. Regret that she had not known how to act with a boy, regret that she had not been wiser.
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Writers are good at plucking out what they need here and there.
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What interests me is what children go through while growing up.
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Children should learn that reading is pleasure, not just something that teachers make you do in school.
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I hope children will be happy with the books I’ve written, and go on to be readers all of their lives.
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I don’t think children’s inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house; they want places to play.
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If we finished our work, the teacher would say, ‘Now don’t read ahead.’ But sometimes I hid the book I was reading behind my geography book and did read ahead. You can hide a lot behind a geography book.
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I enjoy writing for third and fourth graders most of all.
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Nothing in the whole world felt as good as being able to make something from a sudden idea.
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I was an only child; I didn’t have a sister, or sisters.
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Ramona stepped back into her closet, slid the door shut, pressed an imaginary button, and when her imaginary elevator had made its imaginary descent, stepped out onto the real first floor and raced a real problem. Her mother and father were leaving for Parents’ Night.
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