Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that.

After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling, fitting yourself into different size desks, memorizing, reciting, reporting, and performing for jury after jury of teachers, counselors, and administrators, you still feel inadequate, alone, vulnerable, and naked in a world that can be unforgiving and terribly demanding.

We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.

Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.

The creative genius begins in the idle moment, dreaming up the impossible, and later making it come true.

Little rabbits have big ears.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?