People can be unimaginably foolish...and they can be unimaginably grand, at times.
Even the bad books I write are satisfying. I'm my least critical reader.
I didnt write anything at all except book reports until I was in seventh grade, and then I wrote mostly poetry for myself.
...When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south," Gran told Birle."Not empty," Granda corrected her. "The forest is never empty.
I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.
I got to thinking—when it was too late—you have to reach out to people. To your family, too. You can't just let them sit there, you should put your hand out. If they slap it back, well you reach out again if you care enough. If you don't care enough, you forget about them, if you can.