People Steal Into One's Consciousness And Occupy

Freedom Is A Public Library.

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

It Was Hard To Reassure Grown-ups When You Weren't Certain Yourself What You Were Feeling And Thinking—when Thoughts Dissolved Before You Could Name Them.

When You Read To A Child, When You Put A Book In A Child's Hands, You Are Bringing That Child News Of The Infinitely Varied Nature Of Life. You Are An Awakener.

My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I Felt It Quivering, Spitting Out Broken Teeth.