Quotes & Sayings About Ackley

I hate it when realism intrudes on my dreams. — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

Words are the closest any of us can come to making something from nothing at all. — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

No time spent on hopes and dreams is ever wasted. — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

With so many people in the world that long for someone to love and care for, why is it those who couldn't care less are those who are blessed? — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

I don't hate too many guys. What I may do, I may hate them for a little while, like this guy Stradlater I knew at Pencey, and this other boy, Robert Ackley. I hate them once in a while - I admit it - but it doesn't last too long, is what I mean. After a while, if I didn't see them, if they didn't come in the room, or if I didn't see them in the dining room for a couple of meals, I sort of missed them. I mean I sort of missed them. — J.D. Salinger

Good enough'isn't enough. — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

On Writing: A multitude of improbabilities can be forgiven as long as enough plausibility has been established. — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

The Earth never stops spinning, Abby, no matter how fast you run in the opposite direction. — Amy Ackley

Because dreams are the difference between living ... and existing ... — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

Aspire to be a better person today than you were yesterday and you will be heading in the right direction. — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

Bury your differences, or bury your dead. Kara O'Keefe, Eternal Wanderings — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

While he was doing it, I went over to my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good for packing. I didn't throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it. At a car that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too. Finally I didn't throw it at anything. All I did was close the window and walk around the room with the snowball, packing it harder. A little while later, I still had it with me when I and Brossard and Ackley got on the bus. The bus driver opened the doors and made me throw it out. I wasn't going to chuck it at anybody, but he wouldn't believe me. People never believe you. — J.D. Salinger

Ali gasped and could only pray the rumbling of the earth masked the sound as the dune beneath him shook and the sands flowed away to each side like a curtain. He waited for the outcry that would spell his doom, certain all eyes would spy him, but all he heard was a hiss, as of steam escaping, followed by rock grinding as it shifted. Slowly, the world around him settled. Ali heard the men below dismount, then walk the camelids forward into what he had no doubt was his grandfather's secret place, now den to what were clearly thieves and murderers. — Danielle Ackley-McPhail

You remember I said before that Ackley was a slob in his personal habits? Well, so was Stradlater, but in a different way. Stradlater was more of a secret slob. He always looked all right, Stradlater, but for instance, you should've seen the razor he shaved himself with. It was always rusty as hell and full of lather and hairs and crap. He never cleaned it or anything. He always looked good when he was finished fixing himself up, but he was a secret slob anyway, if you knew him the way I did — J.D. Salinger