When Someone Is Mean To

The First Four Months Of Writing The Book, My Mental Image Is Scratching With My Hands Through Granite. My Other Image Is Pushing A Train Up The Mountain, And It's Icy, And I'm In Bare Feet.

Happines Is Like Mercury. Hard To Hold, And When We Drop It, It Shatters Into A Million Pieces. Maybe The Bravest Of All Are Those Who Have The Courage To Reach For It Again.

A Library Is A Path To The Future--find Yours There.

If You Want To Be Happy For Life, Love What You Do.

When Someone Is Mean To Me, I Just Make Them A Victim In My Next Book.