I know that I was conscious of all the aspects of the war, having had cousins who were in the army, who would send me notes and memorabilia. I began to collect things that they would send me.

There was a certain amount of discipline, I think; my parents wanted to be sure that I was not just sitting around doing nothing.

Stop making sense. Logic is predictable. Think differently.

In a social studies class I did a paper on the history of Attica, which ended up being a little book that I created.

Charles Burchfield would look at what you were working on and not say anything for several minutes. Then he would very sensitively respond - "Well, have you thought about?" or "Might you consider?" I respected that so much because I thought he was so sensitive to my work, and didn't want to offend me, but in the right way to encourage me.

Experience is the best teacher. A compelling story is a close second.

People, even children, aren't really afraid of change. They're afraid of not being prepared for change.