What was it like...to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?

There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.

There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

You can always trust a dog that likes peanut butter.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.

That you can go anywhere in America and get a book from a library is just the most amazing thing in the world. It's not a duty; it's a privilege and it's a joy. That joy is doubled and tripled and quadrupled if you read with other people.

There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart...And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.