Category: Jerry Spinelli

Jerry Spinelli

If you start by hating one or two people, you won’t be able to stop. Pretty soon you’ll hate a hundred people.” “A zillion?” “Even a zillion. A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it’s hungry.””Like Cimmamum?””Even hungrier. You keep feeding it more and more people, and the more it gets, the more it wants. It’s never satisfied. And pretty soon it squeezes all the love out of your heart”–I pointed to her heart; she looked down at her chest–“and all you’ll have left is a hateful heart.

Jerry Spinelli

At this time in his life Zinkoff sees no difference between the stars in the sky and the stars in his mother’s plastic Baggie. He believes that stars fall from the sky sometimes, and that his mother goes around collecting them like acorns. He believes she has to use heavy gloves and dark sunglasses because the fallen stars are so hot and shiny. She puts them in the freezer for forty-five minutes, and when they come out they are flat and silver and sticky on the back and ready for his shirts.