I'll Never Live To Write

Yes, She Is The Fruit That Will Sustain Me And Yes, She Brings A Rain That I Know Can Chill But It Is A Rain So Sweet And Sings A Song My Soul Insists That I Follow, If I Would Exist As More Than I Have Ever, Ever Been If My Mother Calls It Evil, Then I Embrace The Sin

As A Young Man, I Saw Families Prosper Without Reading Because There Were Always Sufficient Opportunities For Willing Workers Who Could Follow Simple Instructions. This Is No Longer The Case. Children Who Don't Read Are, In The Main, Destined For Lesser Lives. I Feel A Deep Sense Of Responsibility To Change This.

We All Know We Should Eat Right And We Should Exercise, But Reading Is Treated As If It's This Wonderful Adjunct.

Everything In Life Is Made Up...you Make Up That You Are Happy. You Make Up That You Are Sad. You Make Up That You Are In Love. If You Don't Make Up Your Own Life, Who's Going To Make It Up For You? It's Bad Enough When You Die And Everybody Can Make Up Their Own Stories About You. —mr. Hooft

It Is This Language Of Values Which I Hope To Bring To My Books. . . . I Want To Bring Values To Those Who Have Not Been Valued, And I Want To Etch Those Values In Terms Of The Ideal. Young People Need Ideals Which Identify Them, And Their Lives, As Central . . . Guideposts Which Tell Them What They Can Be, Should Be, And Indeed Are.