If you don’t jump, the wings never come.

There's lots of kinds of chains. You can't see most of them, the one's that bind folks together. But people build them, link by link. Sometimes the links are weak, snap like this one did. That's another funny thing, now that I think of it. Sometimes when you mend a chain, the place where you fix it is strongest of all.

I am ignoring you. In fact, I think you are a figment of my imagination.

The first draft of a story is the writer's clay.

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

If you don’t jump, the wings never come.

The real heroes are the librarians and teachers who at no small risk to themselves refuse to lie down and play dead for censors.