Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.

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

A person who pulls himself up from a low environment via the bootstrap route has two choices. Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel upclimb.

Suffering is also good, it makes a person rich in charachter.

And always, there was the magic of learning things.

We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.