[A] person is so much more than the name of a diagnosis on a chart.

It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.

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.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

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

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

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

Do not let anyone stop you from succeding

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.

The war is against children, and all the other wars are just a shadow of the war on children.

So go on and play, and if you make a mistake, make it loud so you won't make it next time.

If a state, or nation, has laws it will not enforce for political reasons, it mocks both the law and politics, to say nothing of the cultural order.

As a kid, I was the neighbourhood baby-sitter - very responsible, always in charge.

I think that was the smartest thing [immigration policy], he [Donald Trump] is done in his whole campaign there .

Each life is a game of chess that went to hell on the seventh move(...)

Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer

Mae, he made me go out for a run," Jamie called out. "Tell him I don't run!" "Jamie and I are lilies of the field. We toil not, neither do we jog," Mae informed Nick.

The wise and honorable and Christian thing to do is to treat each black man and each white man (or any person) on his merits as a man, giving him no more and no less than he is worthy to have.

Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.