You can’t deny you ever loved them, love them still, even if loving them causes you pain.
It’s not God’s job to decide what happens,” she’d said. “It’s his job to help you get.
I lived in New York for eleven and a half years and I don’t think anybody ever asked me about my religion. I never even thought about it. Now, all of a sudden, it was the big thing in my life.
It’s funny how you can grow away from your friends, when just a few years ago they were the most important people in your life.
Some people never get over their first loves. They spend their whole lives trying to recapture the thrill. Sometimes, after fifty years they get back together. They meet at some reunion or other and realize they were meant to be together.
Understand that you’re sensitive.” Miri was proud for coming up with such a good word. “Is that like saying I’m dramatic, or crazy?” Miri was careful now. “Sensitive is better than dramatic, and it’s definitely not as bad as crazy.
I made promises to you that I’m not sure I can keep.
Terrible things can happen in this life but being in love changes everything. It gives you something to hold on to.
There are some people who just make you want to see how far you can go.
Not that memories were enough – they didn’t keep you warm on a cold winter’s night. They couldn’t hold you when you were frightened or sad. But they were better than nothing.
My brother’s a pain. He won’t get out of bed In the morning. Mom has to carry him Into the kitchen. He opens his eyes.
Sometimes she wished she were a little kid again. Everything was so simple then. Now she never knew when she was going to find out something terrible, something she didn’t want to know. Sometimes her jaw ached in the morning. She wondered if Princess Elizabeth’s jaw ever ached.
Sometimes I feel grown up and other times I feel like a little kid. I seem to be more than one person.
In this age of censorship I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced – writers’ voices, teachers’ voices, students’ voices – all because of fear. How many have resorted to self-censorship? How many are saying to themselves, “Nope... can’t write about that. Can’t teach that book. Can’t have that book in our collection. Can’t let my student write that editorial in the school paper.
Now that’s my point about my mother. I mean, if she understands so much about me then why couldn’t she understand that I had to wear loafers without socks?
Anything could go wrong any day of the week. What’s the point of worrying in advance?” “How do you stop yourself from worrying?” “I think of all the good things in my life.” “What about the bad things?” “There’s no room for them inside my head. Not anymore. Now I say live and let live, and I kick those other thoughts away. You can do that, too.
Book banning satisfied their need to feel in control of their children’s lives. Those who censored were easily frightened. They were afraid of exposing their children to ideas different from their own. Afraid to answer children’s questions or talk with them about sensitive subjects.
Aunt Diana shoved the baby at the Great One.
Eleanor Gordon was the most sophisticated in their crowd. She read The New Yorker.
He’s not like anything. He’s a person who just happens to have been born with something he can’t control. It could have happened to you. It could have happened to any of us. So the next time you see someone in a chair, someone spastic, just imagine if that were you! The same you who’s standing here now, but your mind’s been trapped inside a body you can’t control!