It wasn't that I was stupid ... It was just that there didn't seem to be a lot to say that someone wasn't already saying.

I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do.

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

Relationships with parents, grandparents, friends, and siblings were important to me when I was young and have remained so throughout my life. Our relationships with other people both shape and reflect who we are. These relationships are infinitely fascinating to explore!

Young children are naturally so philosophical. They ask: 'What is real? What is truth?' They have to learn it; they don't automatically know it. To them, it's a game. You can study this for years in college, and yet you probably asked it when you were four or five years old.

I was wishing I was invisible. Outside, the leaves were falling to the ground, and I was infinitely sad, sad down to my bones. I was sad for Phoebe and her parents and Prudence and Mike, sad for the leaves that were dying, and sad for myself, for something I had lost.