The World Was Hers For The Reading.

You Won't Die, Francie. You Were Born To Lick This Rotten Life.

People Always Think That Happiness Is A Faraway Thing … Something Complicated And Hard To Get. Yet, What Little Things Can Make It Up.

Books Became Her Friends, And There Was One For Every Mood.

Oh, Magic Hour, When A Child First Knows She Can Read Printed Words.

I Need Someone. I Need To Hold Somebody Close. And I Need More Than This Holding. I Need Someone To Understand How I Feel At A Time Like Now. And The Understanding Must Be Part Of The Holding.