The worst things weren't outside of you.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

I love teaching; I love little kids.

Maybe life was like a sea, and all the people were like boats ... Everybody who was born was cast into the sea. Winds would blow them in all directions. Tides would rise and turn, in their own rhythm. And the boats - they just went along as best they could, trying to find a harbor.

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.

...a really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be who they really were.