Go ahead and cry, Andy. Don't be afraid of those tears. Sometimes they help to wash the soul clean.

Words. I'm surrounding by thousands of words. Maybe millions...Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs...I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.

Without the local library in my neighborhood, I don’t think I would have grown up to be a writer or a teacher.

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.

It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.