Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.
I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.
Because,' she said, 'when you're scared but you still do it anyway, that's brave.
I thought, I'm going to die. And, thinking that, I was determined to live.
Any view of things that is not strange, is false.
The important thing to understand about American history, wrote Mr. Ibis, in his leather-bound journal, is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children, or the easily bored.