You remember that I told you it was safer not to know. But,' he went on, as his hands moved wuth their sure and practiced motion, 'I will tell you just a little, because you were so very brave.' Brave?' Annemarie asked, surprised. 'No, I wasn't. I was very frightened.' You risked your life.' But I didn't even think about that! I was only thinking of-' He interrupted her,smiling. 'That's all that brave means-not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do. So did I.

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

For a contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.

I'm not terribly conversant with children's literature in general. I tend to read books for adults, being an adult.

It's hard to give up the being together with someone.

That's why they call you Seer. You see more than most.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.