I Was A Great Reader Of Fairy

The Humiliation That Jane Had Felt Turned To Something Else--grief Perhaps, Or Regret. Regret That She Had Not Known How To Act With A Boy, Regret That She Had Not Been Wiser.

Today I Discovered Two Kinds Of People Who Go To High School: Those Who Wear New Clothes To Show Off On The First Day, And Those Who Wear Their Oldest Clothes To Show They Think School Is Unimportant.

I Didn't Start Out Writing To Give Children Hope, But I'm Glad Some Of Them Found It.

Didn't The People Who Made Those License Plates Care About Little Girls Named Ramona?

I Was An Only Child; I Didn't Have A Sister, Or Sisters.