It occurred to me then that it was in times of struggle that I found the best parts of myself - courage, loyalty, an unexpected peace - and I always discovered what I needed to break through and go on.

I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.

I really hope that all librarians aren't like Gladys Morgan. Because I'd really like , at some point, to walk into a library and not be afraid for my life.

As exciting, difficult, and memorable as our past can be, there comes a time when we have to get on with living.

There's something darn funny about an old librarian with a potty mouth.

But sometimes you have to wait for an answer to come to you. Especially when the questions are difficult ones.