What I Really Want To Do Is

We Can Read The Paper Or Current Magazines And Learn About National And World Events, Think About Controversial Subjects, Learn How To Disagree Respectfully, And How, Finally, To Act On Our Convictions. We Can Read For Pure Delight, And If We Do This As A Family Or Classroom Or Other Group We Can Build Wonderful Memories.

Punch After Punch After Punch. February Is A Mean Bully. Nothing Could Be Worse - Except August.

We Are Trying To Communicate That Which Lies In Our Deepest Heart, Which Has No Words, Which Can Only Be Hinted At Through The Means Of A Story. And Somehow, Miraculously, A Story That Comes From Deep In My Heart Calls From A Reader That Which Is Deepest In His Or Her Heart, And Together From Our Secret Hidden Selves We Create A Story That Neither Of Us Could Have Told Alone.

I Realize, Of Course, That I Wasn't Born Knowing How To Read. I Just Can't Imagine A Time When I Didn't Know How.

He May Not Have Been Born With Guts, But He Didn't Have To Die Without Them.