It will be alright.

When she’d read, her voice wrapped around my head and my heart, and it softened and lightened everything up. It put a pain in my hear that felt good.

I know it’s hard to not do well at something, and I know it’s hard to need help.

I closed my eyes, put my right hand on top of the book, and passed it lightly across the cover. It was cool and smooth like a stone from the bottom of the brook, and it stilled me. A whole other world is inside there, I thought to myself, and that’s where I want to be.

Apologizing is like spring cleaning.

And all the best words together couldn’t hold the happiness.

In the morning I’m like a snake in the spring: I need to lie out on a warm rock and let the sun sink into me before I can start wiggling around and get on with the day.

There’s more than one way to tell each other things, and there’s more than one way to listen, too.

When she'd read, her voice wrapped around my head and my heart, and it softened and lightened everything up. It put a pain in my hear that felt good.

...when your heart changes, you change, and you have to make new plans.