I didn't walk over and talk to him, though, not then. If I needed the time for a tree branch to become just a tree branch again and the wind to become just the wind, then a boy, most of all, needed some time to be only a boy.

You were a stone wall, a fort in high, unreachable trees, an island, my own island, that no boat could reach.

To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.

One of the hardest tasks as a human being is knowing when to keep an open mind, and when not to.

Darkness does this. It finds all the places you are hiding in. It finds all the things you are holding onto tightly and makes you let go.

You could put your confusion and upset and worries into whatever book you were reading. You could sort of set them down in there, and you could come out with your head on a little straighter. I don't why stories worked that way, but they did.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.