There is never enough time for fun.

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

Apologizing is like spring cleaning.

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

I closed my eyes, put my right hand on top of the book, and passed it lightly across the cover. It was cool and smooth like a stone from the bottom of the brook, and it stilled me. A whole other world is inside there, I thought to myself, and that's where I want to be.

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

...all of a sudden I felt filled up again, so that my heart might come up my throat. And I was thinking how that can come over you, out of nowhere, and if it wasn't such a fine feeling, it might almost be frightening. Like there's more love and good thoughts and powerful things inside of you than one body can hold.