It's Just That... Without The Memories It's

Ellen Had Said That Her Mother Was Afraid Of The Ocean, That It Was Too Cold And Too Big. The Sky Was, Too, Thought Annemarie. The Whole World Was: Too Cold, Too Big. And Too Cruel.

Reading Is The Most Important Way To Prepare For Life.

When I Create Characters, I Create A World To Inhabit And They Begin To Feel Very Real For Me. I Don't Belong In A Psych Ward, I Don't Think, But They Become Very Real, Like My Own Family, And Then I Have To Say Goodbye, Close The Door, And Work On Other Things.

There Is Something About That Moment, When Literature Becomes Accessible, And A Door Of The World Opens.

Always In The Dream, It Seemed As If There Were A Destination: A Something--he Could Not Grasp What-that Lay Beyond The Place Where The Thickness Of Snow Brought The Sled To A Stop. He Was Left, Upon Awakening, With The Feeling That He Wanted, Even Somehow Needed, To Reach The Something That Waited In The Distance. The Feeling That It Was Good. That It Was Welcoming. That It Was Significant. But He Did Not Know How To Get There.