Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you, and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

— Jerry Spinelli

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories.

— Jerry Spinelli

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

— Jerry Spinelli

Friendship isn't always Sunnyside up.

— Jerry Spinelli

He still heard his mother's voice--"Davey"--rise like whisper-dust from unseen corners in the house, but it was no longer the only voice he heard. His ears were also filled with the voices of others--his father and Primrose and Refrigerator John and his grandmother. Of course, all of their words for a thousand years could not fill the hole left by his mother, but they could raise a loving fence around it so he didn't keep falling in.

— Jerry Spinelli

He tapped my chest. 'Happy is here.' He tapped his own chest. 'Here.' I looked down past my chin. 'Inside?'' Inside.' It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.

— Jerry Spinelli

His smile was so wide he’d have had to break it into sections to fit it through a doorway

— Jerry Spinelli

Home is everything you can walk to.

— Jerry Spinelli

Ideas come from ordinary, everyday life. And from imagination. And from feelings. And from memories. Memories of dust in my sneakers and humming whitewalls down a hill called Monkey.

— Jerry Spinelli

I did leave something behind with you: my heart. Of course, you didn't know it at the time. Maybe I didn't either. What have you done with my heart, Leo? Have you taken good care of it? Have you misplaced it?

— Jerry Spinelli