Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. February 1, 1941
Birthday: February 1
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.
source: Jerry Spinelli (2003). “Milkweed”, p.158, Knopf Books for Young Readers
topic: Angel, Past, Cabbage, Milkweed, Turnips