I began attempting to write for children under the mistaken assumption that writing for children was easy.
Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that. And no less.
Very little worth knowing is taught by fear.
Sometimes it seemed to me a cruelty that so much was unresolved between us; at other times, a blessing that a hope of reunion lingered.
Stop longing.You poison today’s ease, reaching always for tomorrow.
I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.