Bologna girl, that's me.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.

This is where you can find your soul if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.

None of [the books are] worth reading. There are no fairy tales, no faerie tails, no sword-swinging princesses or lightning-throwing gods.

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.