I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.

He doesn't think. He just does. A nonthinking doer.

We were awash in tiny attentions. Small gestures, words, empathies thought to be extinct came to life... We discovered the color of each other's eyes.

As we meandered, she said my name three times: "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "That was better than TV." "It was." "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "Does the sun do that everyday?" "Yes." "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "Everyday is sun day.

You are truly focused when you're so focused that you don't know you're focused.

Every child's bedroom is as important as a telescope orbiting the planet earth or a philosopher's study.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.