When I write, I make discoveries about my feelings.

Luck was with me. I saw no spiders. Luck was against me. I saw no specters.

To pretend I was sliding down the stair rail." He laughed again. " You should have done it. I would have caught you at the bottom.

A library is infinity under a roof.

To me, merely and pretty were words that had nothing to do with each other. Pretty went with miraculously, and merely belonged in another paragraph entirely.

Crying is part of the adventure.

Writing is a weird thing because we can read, we know how to write a sentence. It's not like a trumpet where you have to get some skill before you can even produce a sound. It's misleading because it's hard to make stories. It seems like it should be easy to do but it's not. The more you write, the better you're going to get. Write and write and write. Try not to be hard on yourself.