And always, there was the magic of learning things.

She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.

Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.

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

It doesn't take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.