The voice of the nickly reflection of the moon was not as deep as you might expect. It was a singer’s voice, though, a tenor, one that loved itself without reservation. “I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can’t remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It’s all in puddles and ripples. That’s what time is for me.

People are strange, but more than that, they're good. They're good first, then strange.

Hello Frances, I have just been to health class, and I was wondering how your feminine parts were developing.

Well, my background is journalism. I don't have any creative-writing experience except for one class I took as a sophomore in college.

You know, it's been proven that 35 to 40 hours a year with one-on-one attention, a student can get one grade level higher

We're in an era where they've sanitized home life in movies to such a degree that there is a certain home life that might be true if you have two perfect parents, and a nanny, and a couple babysitters, and support, and lots of money, and there's no strain at home, or whatever. But for most people, there's strain, you know? There's a lot of pressure, things can't be perfect, parents can't be perfect all the time. There's a divorce, there's money issues, whatever. People work, so you don't always have these vast reserves of patience every time your kid goes crazy.

It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.