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

...if a child waited to speak until all the grown-ups settled down and gave her some room to say her piece, the most important things would never get said.

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.

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.

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

Apologizing is like spring cleaning.