I Could See My Face, Crying, In

We Are The Nation Of Dreams. We Are Seers. We Are Wizards. We Speak In Visions. Our Letters Are Like Flocks Of Doves, Released From Under Our Hats. We Have Only To Stretch Out Our Hand And Desire, And What We Wish For Settles Like A Kerchief In Our Palm. We Are A Race Of Sorcerers, Enchanters. We Are Atlantis. We Are The Wizard-isle Of Mu.

One Of The Series I Like Is D.m. Cornish's 'monster Blood Tattoo,' In Which He Creates A Whole Language. Kids Who Are Reading That Are Building A Language In Their Heads. There's No Real Cognitive Difference. I Think Kids Are Excited By Language, And They're Not Always Given Credit For That.

I Write For Teens Partially To Work Out Whatever It Was That I Needed To From My Own Teenage Years.

...they Told Me Of Color, That It Was An Illusion Of The Eye, An Event In The Perceiver's Mind, Not In The Object; They Told Me That Color Had No Reality; Indeed, They Told Me That Color Did Not Inhere In A Physical Body Any More Than Pain Was In A Needle. And Then They Imprisoned Me In Darkness; And Though There Was No Color There, I Still Was Black, And They Still Were White; And For That, They Bound And Gagged Me.

It's Insulting To Believe That Teens Should Have A Different Kind Of Book Than An Adult Should.