Not everyone wants you to become your potential, for whatever reason.
Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.
She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar, and the warmth within a cat's paw. She had conversed with the wind and had wiped soldier's tears. She had made people see, she'd seen herself in the sea. Butterflies had landed on her wrists, she had planted trees. She had loved, and let love go. So she smiled.
She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.
More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's heart for a lifetime; it is writing that speaks to the future.
Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.
You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.
Necessarily, I'm always involved in casting, as any playwright is, because the whole process of putting on a play is a collaborative, organic effort on the part of a bunch of people trying to think alike.
Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.
We're not the cause, we're the effect.
In a dog's world, only three states existed: "now," "in a while," and "forever. " If someone left, he was gone "forever," and when he returned they rejoiced as much as if he were back from the dead precisely because he'd been gone "forever.