Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.

She told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said, "You have a bad case, a very bad case." "Of what?" "Growing up.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing … something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up.

She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again. Eyes changed after they looked at new things. If in the years to be she were to come back, her new eyes might make everything seem different from the way she saw it now. The way it was now was the way she wanted to remember it.

No. I don't want to need anybody. I want someone to need me ... I want someone to need me.

I never listen to what people tell me and I can't read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it's wrong. If I feel good, it's right.