I lived in a world that at any moment could erupt into fire. It was the sort of knowledge that kept you on your toes.

People are like animals. Some are happiest penned in, some need to roam free. You go to recognize what's in her nature and accept it.

I never had any question that my parents loved me. I had a real sense of self confidence.

Fussing over children who cry only encourages them. That's positive reinforcement for negative behavior.

Life's too short to care about what other people think. Besides, they should accept us for who we are

Mom could say that in hindsight, but it seemed to me that when you were in the middle of something, it was awful hard to figure out what part of it was God's will and what wasn't.

sometimes after I finished a particularly good book, I had the urge to get the library card, find out who else had read the book, and track them down to talk about it