But it doesn't feel crazy to us. It feels like what we do. 
I'm New-""New? How blessed," he said. "There's nothing in this whole wide world that is better than a new person!
I tried.Can't do it.
Brain's empty.
You never know the worth of water until the well is dry. 
I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do. 
I enjoy receiving and giving realistic fiction, for both children and adults, with strong characters, beautiful language, and humane visions. 
My father once said I was as gullible as a fish. I thought he said edible. I thought he meant I was tasty. The 
When I read good stories, I want to write good stories too. 
Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins. 
The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in. 
In a course of a lifetime, what does it matter? 
I think Mr. Robert Frost has a little too much time on his hands. 
Joe, my guardian and a man of few words, once said about Lizzie, "That girl could talk the ears off a cornfield. 
A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person. 
Read a lot, live your life, and listen and watch, so that your mind fills up with millions of images. 
I wish that every baby everywhere could land in a family that wanted that baby as much as we want ours. 
It is not. Mom loves me, and she would not leave me without any explanation.And then her father began to cry.
So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road. 
It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago. 
A library is the door to many lives. 
One thing I'm interested in is what shapes us: the people? The place where we live? It's both of those and more. That's what I keep coming back to. 
It wasn't that I was stupid ... It was just that there didn't seem to be a lot to say that someone wasn't already saying. 
As readers can probably tell from my books, I love the outdoors. 
Something I am wondering:if you cannot hear
do you have no sounds
in your head?
Do you see
a
silent
movie
Do the other angels know what they are doing? Am I the only confused one? Maybe I am unfinished, an unfinished angel. 
When my father died, I was living in England. It was very traumatic that he died when I was away. 
When i reached the bottom, i finally understood what Guthrie meant when he shouted, "LIBERO!" It was a celebration of being alive 
What's important is the ambition that results from our weakness. 
I could tell you an extensively strange story, I warned.Oh, good! Gram said. Delicious!
I prayed to trees. This was easier than praying directly to God. There was nearly always a tree nearby. 
Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad. 