No Matter How Hard You Try To

Love Is In All Of The Books, And That's The Connective Tissue Between Them. There's A Lot Of Hope In Me; I Can Feel It. These Stories Are Balls Of Light For Me.

No Matter How Hard You Try To Be Present At Home, You're Always Doing The Things That You Have To Do.

Seasons Passed, Fall And Winter And Spring And Summer. Leaves Blew In Through The Open Door Of Lucius Clarke’s Shop, And Rain, And The Green Outrageous Hopeful Light Of Spring. People Came And Went, Grandmothers And Doll Collectors And Little Girls With Their Mothers. Edward Tulane Waited. The Seasons Turned Into Years. Edward Tulane Waited. He Repeated The Old Doll’s Words Over And Over Until They Wore A Smooth Groove Of Hope In His Brain: Someone Will Come; Someone Will Come For You.

In A Dark Time, Doors Will Sometimes Magically Open And Let Us Step Inside To The Warmth And Light Of A Community.

I'm Continually Astonished With Myself How Different People Bring Out Things In Me That I Never Knew I Had Inside Me. Each New Friendship Can Make You A New Person, Because It Opens Up New Doors Inside Of You.