I loved and still love watching words flower into sentences and sentences blossom into stories.
Jacqueline WoodsonA long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense.
Jacqueline WoodsonI couldnt be a writer without hope. I think I became a writer because Im pretty optimistic.
Jacqueline WoodsonI wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. โMargaret
Jacqueline Woodson