Don't Live Up To Your Stereotypes.

That's The Whole Point Of Life, You Know? To Meet New People.

And Then I Realized That My Sister Was Trying To Live A Romance Novel. Man, That Takes Courage And Imagination. Well, It Also Took Some Degree Of Mental Illness, Too, But I Was Suddenly Happy For Her. And A Little Scared. Well, A Lot Scared.

There Isn't A Lot Of Poverty Literature In The Young-adult World. And I Don't Know Why That Is, But I Think Certainly I Felt A Gap.

She Braided My Sister's Hair With Hands That Smelled Deep Roots Buried In The Earth She Told Me The Old Stories How Time Never Mattered When She Died They Gave Me Her Clock

Certainly I'm Angry At The Way Indians Have Been Treated And Continue To Be Treated. But I Don't Think It's A Helpless Emotion.