This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.

I read.. because one life is not enough

The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized.

Humor is anger that was sent to finishing school.

Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.

I read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready

But put two librarians' heads together, and mountains move.