Initially, He Worried That He Might Be

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

I Spent Uncounted Hours Sitting At The Bow Looking At The Water And The Sky, Studying Each Wave, Different From The Last, Seeing How It Caught The Light, The Air, The Wind; Watching Patterns, The Sweep Of It All, And Letting It Take Me. The Sea.

Words Are Alive--when I've Found A Story That I Love, I Read It Again And Again, Like Playing A Favorite Song Over And Over. Reading Isn't Passive--i Enter The Story With The Characters, Breathe Their Air, Feel Their Frustrations, Scream At Them To Stop When They're About To Do Something Stupid, Cry With Them, Laugh With Them. Reading For Me, Is Spending Time With A Friend. A Book Is A Friend. You Can Never Have Too Many.

Stories Are Like A River That Flows - You Dip A Bucket In It

It Was As Though I Had Been Dying Of Thirst And The Librarian Had Handed Me A Five Gallon Bucket Of Water. I Drank And Drank. The Only Reason I Am Here And Not In Prison Is Because Of That Woman. I Was A Loser, But She Showed Me The Power Of Reading.