The child from 9 to 12 interests me very much. And so, those were the years that I like to write about, when I'm writing.

How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives.

Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won't have as much censorship because we won't have as much fear.

My only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully, and yell for help if you need it.

Believe in yourself and you can achieve greatness in your life.

our finger prints dont fade from the lives we touch

Having the freedom to read and the freedom to choose is one of the best gifts my parents ever gave me.

Librarians save lives by handing the right book at the right time to a kid in need.

We are friends for life. When we’re together the years fall away. Isn’t that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you’ve come?

The truth will make you odd.

Things change…things happen…things you can’t even imagine when you’re young and full of hope.

I didn't have all the answers, but at least I had a goal. Revenge. Who cared if it would eat me up inside and leave me hollow?

Then Mattie journeyed away from her home toward freedom and her family, leaving behind the bones of generations of her ancestors and their captors

Libraries are brothels for the mind. Which means that librarians are the madams, greeting punters, understanding their strange tastes and needs, and pimping their books.

There is neither father, nor mother, nor son, nor any other person whatsoever who can embrace the object beloved with so great a love as that wherewith God embraceth the soul.

It sucks being fat, you know.

Most of the time people are aiming so low on television. They're trying to reach that common denominator, especially on network television.

Haven't laughed this hard in a long time. I better stop now before I start crying. Go off to sleep in the sunshine...I don't want to see the day when its dying.

I have always been rather better treated in San Francisco than I actually deserved.

We scientists are clever — too clever — are you not satisfied? Is four square miles in one bomb not enough? Men are still thinking. Just tell us how big you want it!

I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.