My Father Is An Amazing Man.

And I Couldn't Make Fun Of Her For That Dream. It Was My Dream, Too. And Indian Boys Weren't Supposed To Dream Like That. And White Girls From Small Towns Weren't Supposed To Dream Big, Either. We Were Supposed To Be Happy With Our Limitations. But There Was No Way Penelope And I Were Going To Sit Still. Nope, We Both Wanted To Fly.

The People Who Loved Me When I Was Seven Years Old Love My Books, And The People Who Didn't Like Me When I Was Seven Years Old Don't Like My Books.

Corliss Wondered What Happens To A Book That Sits Unread On A Library Shelf For Thirty Years. Can A Book Rightfully Be Called A Book If It Never Gets Read? If A Tree Falls In A Forest And Gets Pulped To Make Paper For A Book That Never Gets Read, But There's Nobody There To Read It, Does It Make A Sound?

The World, Even The Smallest Parts Of It, Is Filled With Things You Don't Know.

Everybody Likes To Have A Place To Think, To Meditate, To Eat A Burrito.