Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

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

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.

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