Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

We all become different readers in how we respond to books, why we need them, what we take from them. We become different in the questions that arise as we read, in the answers that we find, in the degree of satisfaction or unease we feel with those answers...In the hands of a different reader, the same story can be a different story.

Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

My favorite anything is always relative to the context of present time, place and mood. When I finish a book and want to immediately find another by the same author and no other, that author is elevated to my favorite.

My parents had very high expectations. They expected me to get straight A's from the time I was in kindergarten.