If everybody became a poet the world would be much better. We would all read to each other.

I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past I offer no apology only this plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers And cuddle near

My main strength as a young writer was that I had no fear of making mistakes. I knew I would and I knew I could and would learn from them.

If you don't understand yourself you don't understand anybody else.

God knows it's a sign of a really sick mind to see grown people, adults with responsibilities, wearing class rings.

A lot of people resist transition and therefore never allow themselves to enjoy who they are. Embrace the change, no matter what it is; once you do, you can learn about the new world you're in and take advantage of it.

Mistakes are a fact of life. If you are willing to be wrong then you have earned the right to be right.