No One Needs To Teach You To

There Are Some Things We Do Simply Because The Doing Is A Success.

Most Of My Books Are A Two-year Project. I Tend To Follow My Heart And My Mind And Research Materials Where They Take Me.

It Is Not Who You Attend School With But Who Controls The School You Attend.

I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

Everything Will Change. The Only Question Is Growing Up Or Decaying.