But let's not speak of what might have been. Let us speak instead of what is. You are whole.

I was born in Philadelphia and currently live in Minneapolis. I write for both children and adults.

There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.

There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another.

Reading should not be presented to children as a chore or duty. It should be offered to them as a precious gift.

The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.

You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.

It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak the words that matter.

The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.

Fear will hunt you down, right to the very depth of your soul".

God did not give me my life to throw it away.

My album was recorded in Nashville. It used to be all about "We're from Texas, forget Nashville," well you'll never hear me say that. Nashville isn't bad as long as you're true to yourself.

You have to stop in order to change direction.

Carelessness is inexcusable, and merits the inevitable sequence.

The detective and his criminal wear versions of the same mask.

Awareness is always the first step.

I've never been on the cover of a game. When people go into the store and see me on the cover of a game, maybe that will entice them to buy it.

You act with your soul. That's why you all want to be actors, because your souls are not used up by life.

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.