It can be really powerful to write something when you’re sad.
Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious.
And if your friends make fun of you for chasing your dream, remember—just lie.
Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.
That’s the way prayer do. It’s like electricity, it keeps things going.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to crawl back inside those pages again.
It always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.
Courage sometimes skips a generation.
Everybody knows they carry different kinds of diseases than we do.