It Is Not Enough To Simply Teach

I Am Called To Listen To The Sound Of My Own Heart -- To Write The Story Within Myself That Demands To Be Told At That Particular Point In My Life. And If I Do This Faithfully, Clothing That Idea In The Flesh Of Human Experience And Setting It In A True Place, The Sound From My Heart Will Resound In The Reader's Heart.

Sometimes It Seemed To Him That His Life Was Delicate As A Dandelion. One Little Puff From Any Direction, And It Was Blown To Bits.

What We Need To Wake People Up To Now Is The Crisis In Imagination And Concern For The Greater Good. We Have No Idea What The Next Ten Years, Much Less The Next Fifty Years, Will Demand Of The Coming Generation. What We Do Know Is That Unless We Have A People Prepared And Eager To Meet Those Crises Creatively And Compassionately, There Is Not Much Hope For This Poor Old Planet Of Ours.

Church Always Seemed The Same. Jess Could Tune It Out The Same Way He Tuned Out School, With His Body Standing Up And Sitting Down In Unison With The Rest Of The Congregation But His Mind Numb And Floating, Not Really Thinking Or Dreaming But At Least Free.

Reading Has Made Such A Profound Difference To My Life. I'm Sure I Became A Writer Because Of The Power Of Literature In My Own Life.