Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

Write what you care about. If you do that, you stand the best chance of doing your best writing.

This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

When was the last time you used the words 'teach me'? Maybe not since you started first grade? Here's an irony about school: The daily grind of tests, homework, and pressures sometimes blunts rather than stimulates a thirst for knowledge.

Angels and crows passed each other, one leaving, the other coming.

Events become feelings, feelings become events

I love surprises! That's what is great about reading. When you open a book, you never know what you'll find.