Stories Are Light. Light Is Precious In

Like Most Hearts, It Was Complicated, Shaded With Dark And Dappled With Light.

I Like To Think Of Myself As A Storyteller.

There Can Be A Lot Of Longevity In The Repetition Of Things Being Told Again And Again In A Variety Of Ways.

There's Nothing More Fabulous Than An Adult Saying To You, "i Think That You Might Like This One [book]." So I'm Grateful Every Time That Happens. It's An Amazing Thing That People Care That Passionately.

During The Night, While Bull And Lucy Slept, Edward, With Ever-open Eyes, Stared Up At The Constellations. He Said Their Names, And Then He Said The Names Of The People Who Loved Him. He Started With Abilene, And Then Went On To Nellie And Lawrence And From There To Bull And Lucy, And Then He Ended Again With Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward Told Pellegrina. I Am Not Like The Princess. I Know About Love.