Governments will rise, and governments will fall, and man will do evil to man, and all we can do is turn our hearts to good.
Jen, we did it. Everyone’s free now.
Ah, jeez... She really is a cheerleader.′ And it seemed suddenly that this was true- not because she was an airhead or a hottie or a nonjock, but because she could throw herself so wholeheartedly into someone else’s cause, because she could care so much and try so hard from the sidelines.
You bite off more than you can chew, ’course you’re going to choke. One bite at a time. And that goes for thinking things, too, not just food.
It’s like I’d been walking a tightrope with a big safety net underneath me, but I never really thought about the net until someone took it away. And then every single step scared me to death.
The Government justifies keeping everyone else in poverty because people seem to work the hardest when they’re right on the edge of survival.
That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father – burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin – doesn’t seem to belong on it.
Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father’s crying. I’ve had no time to harden my heart against him.
I like to know what I’m celebrating before I put on a party hat.
I can tell you that you will have your hearts broken more by the people you love than by the people you hate. But you must still dare to love. The rewards are worth far more than the risks.
There’s hope around the corner.
The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can’t go on pretending she isn’t crying.
Maybe everyone is just waiting for someone else to save them.
I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!
I am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream.
I wish, peevishly, that he didn’t know anything about how soldiers sleep, how they protect their fellow soldiers. It would be nicer if I could share the cloaks warmth with him, if we could lie with our faces together, whispering into the night.
I think I learned a lot from reading in general – even from reading badly written books.
I loved to read when I was a kid, and as soon as I realized that an actual person got to make up the books I loved so much, I decided that that was the job for me.