The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Reading should not be presented to children as a chore or duty. It should be offered to them as a precious gift.
There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.
When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another.
A typical day for me is I get up at 6:00, the coffeemaker goes on automatically and the computer gets turned on. I pour a cup of coffee, listen to Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac, and then I write.
It is truly excellent to have someone believe in you and your ability to write. But I think it is just as helpful to have people who don't believe in you, people who mock you, people who doubt you, people who enrage you. Fortunately, there is never a shortage of this type of person in the world. . . write for yourself. Write for the story. And write, also, for all of the people who doubt you. Write for all those people who are not brave enough to do this grand and wondrous thing themselves. Let them motivate you.
There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
Is it our job to judge? The gendarme, policemen and bureaucrats have been especially prepared by fate for that job. Our job is towrite, and only to write.
The reason I don’t worry about society is, nineteen people knocked down two buildings and killed thousands. Hundreds of people ran into those buildings to save them. I’ll take those odds every f*cking day.
Posthumous men-myself, for example-are not as well understood as timely ones, but we are listened to better. More precisely: we are never understood-hence our authority.
Nonviolence is the answer for the questions of our time. Love will conquer evil every time.