Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

Cripes Miss Wilcox, they're not guns,' I said. No, they're not Mattie, they're books. And a hundred times more dangerous.

She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.