They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

Libraries are the torch of the world, illuminating the path when it feels too dark to see. We mustn't allow that torch to be extinguished.

And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.

And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.

I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.

Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.