When you think of how a child experiences a series of events, it feels, for so long, like she's looking at everything from behind this glass and it's obscured.
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 WoodsonMy favorite reader is one that revisits books and gets something new out of them each time.
Jacqueline WoodsonSometimes...you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living.
Jacqueline Woodson