I Am Teaching. Storytelling Is Teaching

You Might Be Poor, Your Shoes Might Be Broken, But Your Mind Is A Palace.

They All Went Into The Bar Business. Which Was A Mistake, Because They Began To Sip At The Merchandise And It Set Them Back, Set Us All Back. Well, Them More Than I.

I Know That Big People Don't Like Questions From Children. They Can Ask All The Questions They Like, How's School? Are You A Good Boy? Did You Say Your Prayers? But If You Ask Them Did They Say Their Prayers You Might Be Hit On The Head.

A Mother's Love Is A Blessing No Matter Where You Roam. Keep Her While You Have Her, You'll Miss Her When She's Gone -- Angela's Ashes.

You Never Know When You Might Come Home And Find Mam Sitting By The Fire Chatting With A Woman And A Child, Strangers. Always A Woman And Child. Mam Finds Them Wandering The Streets And If They Ask, Could You Spare A Few Pennies, Miss? Her Heart Breaks. She Never Has Money So She Invites Them Home For Tea And A Bit Of Fried Bread And If It's A Bad Night She'll Let Them Sleep By The Fire On A Pile Of Rags In The Corner. The Bread She Gives Them Always Means Less For Us And If We Complain She Says There Are Always People Worse Off And We Can Surely Spare A Little From What We Have.