As A Child I Wanted To Be

My Life Is Not Packaged, Not Tidy. There Are Leftover Strands And Jagged Edges That Cut Even My Friends.

It Is This Language Of Values Which I Hope To Bring To My Books. . . . I Want To Bring Values To Those Who Have Not Been Valued, And I Want To Etch Those Values In Terms Of The Ideal. Young People Need Ideals Which Identify Them, And Their Lives, As Central . . . Guideposts Which Tell Them What They Can Be, Should Be, And Indeed Are.

If Anyone Could Look Into My Head See Or Feel The Dread That Has Captured Me Or See Within This Sad, Unhappy Brain They Would Only Turn Away Turn Away.

When I Began To Read, I Began To Exist

Violence Was Just As Much About What Was Happening As It Was How It Happened.