Reading should not be presented to children as a chore or duty. It should be offered to them as a precious gift.

It is our duty and our joy to communicate our hearts to each other. Words assist us in this task.

It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

In a dark time, doors will sometimes magically open and let us step inside to the warmth and light of a community.

There are hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another.