I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.

I know it's hard to not do well at something, and I know it's hard to need help.

...how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?

In the morning I'm like a snake in the spring: I need to lie out on a warm rock and let the sun sink into me before I can start wiggling around and get on with the day.

We don't own the earth. We are the earth's caretakers...we take care of it and all the things on it. And when we're done with it, it should be left better than we found it.

I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.

Sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness.