If you're going to read minds, start with a simple one.

I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.

This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.

Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother.

I read because one life isn't enough and in the pages of a book, I can be anybody.

The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.

...they'd just tell you to turn the other cheek, wouldn't they?...Trouble is, Mrs. Dowdel observed, after you've turned the other cheek four times, you run out of cheeks.