All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

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

This could be a whole life," she thought. "You work eight hours a day covering wires to earn money to buy food and to pay for a place to sleep so that you can keep living to come back to cover more wires. Some people are born and kept living just to come to this.

In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.

Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.

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.