Fear is one thing. To let fear grab you and swing you around by the tail is another.

The name we give to something shapes our attitude toward it.

To fear is one thing. To let fear grab you by the tail and swing you around is another.

It is not enough to simply teach children to read; we have to give them something worth reading.

Peace is not won by those who fiercely guard their differences, but by those who with open minds and hearts seek out connections.

I love revision. Where else can spilled milk be turned into ice cream?

As much pleasure as young people get from Twittering and texting, there is no way these activities will nourish their minds and spirits the way literature can.

Reading can be a road to freedom or a key to a secret garden, which, if tended, will transform all of life.

As I look back on what I have written, I can see that the very persons who have taken away my time are those who have given me something to say.

Some folks are natural born kickers. They can always find a way to turn disaster into butter.

I love to read. But I loved to read a lot longer than I started to love writing.

Love as if it is eternal. Love when you are alive and when you are not alive.

This mix of love and hate, this blend of trust and hurt I have for him is so confusing even I can't understand it.He leaves, and I break.

Theories and goals of education don't matter a whit if you do not consider your students to be human beings.

Crazy people don't sit around wondering if they're nuts.

Never give up on your dream... because you never know what the Lord can bless you with.

I like fast plots with things that explode.

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

Communication implies communing, having a shared experience with another, not "talking at" or "talking down to" someone.

The beauty of having a producer is that you have someone who says, You're finished.

We sit and talk quietly, with long lapses of silence, and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.