No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

There's a notion of art in this country that you have to be nutty or special or "called" in order to be an artist. I believe the questions everyone should ask themselves are, "Do you want to do it? Are you willing to do it poorly? Are you willing to do the work of doing it? Are you willing to persist when everybody tells you it's silly?" If you're willing to do that, then you can do it.

Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama?” “Mmmm-hmmm,” said Gloria. She closed her eyes. “I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

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

Go home and read to your adult. We forget how much we love to be read to.