Halloween was a time of candy corn, jack-o'-lanterns, candy kisses, peanut butter cups, bubble gum, Fig Newtons, soapy windows. I tried to tell about Halloween and what it represented to me— a great ritual of childhood when the world for a single night opened its doors and its coffers of candy and fun and happiness.

There's no better word in the language I revere more than teacher. My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher, and it always has. I've honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming a teacher.

A breeze lifted off the ocean and several hundred notes from the wind chimes tinkled like ice shaken in silver cups. They altered the mood of the forest the way an orchestra does a theater when it begins tuning up its instruments.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends. The mind can never break off from the journey.

Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

When mom and dad went to war, the only prisoners they took were the children.

I don't believe in happy families.

The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story,' words that are intimately related to the complexity of history, the origins of language, the continuity of the species, the taproot of our humanity, our singularity, and art itself.

According to Margaret Mitchell, the Civil War destroyed a civilization of unsurpassable amenity, chivalry, and grace.