I Can't Bear To Be On A

(j)ust Because Your Version Of Normal Isn't The Same As Someone Else's Version Doesn't Mean That There's Anything Wrong With You.

Their Lost Voices Must Continue To Be Heard.

I Hope For So Much From Every Book I Read. And Time And Again, I Find Myself Disappointed. I Look Across My Bookshelves And See Hundreds Of Titles Which In My Memory Seem Merely Mediocre Or Second-rate. Only Occasionally Does A Novel Appear For Which I Feel A Lasting Passion, A Book That I Think Could In Time Become A Classic.

Sitting Around Miserable All Day Won't Make You Any Happier.

The Dot That Became A Speck That Became A Blob That Became A Figure That Became A Boy