Mo Could Paint Pictures In The Empty

He Longed For The Deep As She Longed For The Night Sky And For White Lilies Floating On Water -- Although She Still Tried To Convince Herself That Love Alone Could Feed Her Soul.

I Wish I Had More Time To Visit Schools.

You Know, It's A Funny Thing About Writers. Most People Don't Stop To Think Of Books Being Written By People Much Like Themselves. They Think That Writers Are All Dead Long Ago--they Don't Expect To Meet Them In The Street Or Out Shopping. They Know Their Stories But Not Their Names, And Certainly Not Their Faces. And Most Writers Like It That Way.

She Read And Read And Read, But She Was Stuffing Herself With The Letters On The Page Like An Unhappy Child Stuffing Itself With Chocolate. They Didn’t Taste Bad, But She Was Still Unhappy.

I Pledge To Set Out To Live A Thousand Lives Between Printed Pages. I Pledge To Use Books As Doors To Other Minds, Old And Young, Girl And Boy, Man And Animal. I Pledge To Use Books To Open Windows To A Thousand Different Worlds And To The Thousand Different Faces Of My Own World. I Pledge To Use Books To Make My Universe Spread Much Wider Than The World I Live In Every Day. I Pledge To Treat My Books Like Friends, Visiting Them All From Time To Time And Keeping Them Close.