To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.

But I want you around even when I don't need you. —Jeremy Richards

Some wounds go so deep that you don't even feel them until months, maybe years, later.

How can I love you if I don't know what hurts you?

When I read students’ attempts at creative writing it is obvious immediately that most of them have not read much or widely. The aspiring writer must read everything he or she can to appreciate the myriad ways words are used and to what effect.

The failure of modern living is the failure of the imagination...Literature is the royal road that enables us to enter the realm of the imagination.