Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.
A shame really, because putting the right book in the right kid’s hands is kind of like giving that kid superpowers.
Everyone got older but forgot to grow up.
It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.
Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.
Who needs a stupid grampa-loving, book-reading, good-smelling boy who I like to talk to?