There Are None So Impoverished As Those

The Sin Of The Desert Is Knowing Where The Water Is And Not Sharing It.

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

Denial, Perhaps, Is A Necessary Human Mechanism To Cope With The Heartaches Of Life.

Can You Ever Forgive Me? I Already Have. How Could You? I Don't Deserve It. That's What Makes It Love.

So Much Of Young Adult Literature Has Turned Dark, Almost Pathological. It's Almost As If There Is A Race To See Who Can Be The Most Dysfunctional.