But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every single book that she liked.

It was so simple that a flash of astonishment that felt like pain shot through her head. Education! That was it! It was education that made the difference! Education would pull them ut of the grame and dirt.

As long as one can suffer, one is living....live and suffer until life is gone.

There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.

Well, there's a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.

It was a good thing that she got herself into this other school. It showed her that there were other worlds beside the world she had been born into and that these other worlds were not unattainable.

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