Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

I know you look both ways before you cross the street, but I want you to look both ways a second time, because I told you to.

Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track?" Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. "But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right?" He circled something in an article and said, "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

That’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.

I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster's paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.