History sits on our shoulders, while reading opens our hearts.
Nobody told me how hard it was going to be to get published. I wrote four novels that nobody wanted, sent them out all over, collected hundreds and hundreds of rejection slips.
Peace and harmony do not require perfection. Thank goodness for that – because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you.
Because life doesn’t always happen according to a timetable or calendar. And feelings can’t be scheduled.
You haven’t lived until you’ve basked in the adoration of people.
How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?
Disagreement is not necessarily a reason to head for Splitsville. In fact, a relationship without disagreement is probably too brittle to last. Some of the best human bonds are forged in the fire of disagreement.
Beware of solipsism Funny word. Sounds like it means “love of melons” or something. I looked it up. It means believing that “the self is the only reality.” Am I solipsist?
I feel like I’m playing chess underwater. The pieces keep floating away. I don’t know where things are. I can’t figure out tomorrow.
When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.
Write what you care about. If you do that, you stand the best chance of doing your best writing.
I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.
Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.
Best friends are always together, always whispering and laughing and running, always at each other’s house, having dinner, sleeping over. They are practically adopted by each other’s parents. You can’t pry them apart.
Because that’s what you do, you stand up for your best friend. And you eat lunch with him and talk with him and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places and do stuff, and when you wake up in the morning, he’s the first person you think of.
He was the Grand Marshall of our Everyday Parade.
Don’t confine yourself to a select group of friends, often known as a clique. Cliques by definition leave people out. Lock yourself into one, and you’ll never know how many terrific friendships you may be missing.
Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.
They say talk is cheap. Maybe so. But kindness is even better – it’s free! Free to give. Free to receive. Makes you wonder why there’s not more of it, huh?
Now I don’t really write for adults or kids – I don’t write for kids, I write about them. I think you need to do that, otherwise you end up preaching down.