And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

- John 8:32

I want to be free.

The more we struggle for "normalcy," be it society's definition of normalcy or simply what we perceive as comfortable and regular, the more perverted and twisted our condition becomes - the harder we grasp for control, the more out of control we spin.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

...in short, I was afraid.

"...There was this . . . entire life behind things. And this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid. Ever."

I love Explosions in the Sky. This song breaks my heart every time I hear it and I love that I can't explain why.

Peter: I still don't know what to write about.

James: Write about the whale.

Peter: What whale?

James: The one that's trapped in your head, dying to get out.

- Finding Neverland

For the first few weeks of the new school year, Nadia hardly spoke. All the sixth graders--like Mrs. Olinski herself--were new to Epiphany Middle School, but Nadia--like Mrs. Olinski herself--seemed the most disconnected. Both were watchers and waiters, cautious about being friendly, about showing themselves.

Then on the middle Monday in October, Nadia Diamondstein arrived in class with smile and addressed her teacher. "Don't you think, Mrs. Olinski, that autumn is the most glorious time of year?" Mrs. Olinski confessed that it was her favorite season and told Nadia that she sometimes felt guilty because she thought she ought to prefer spring, with its pledge to make the lilies bloom again.

Every morning thereafter, Nadia smiled as she entered class and greeted Mrs. Olinski with a word from her southern past. She said, "Hey."

Mrs. Olinski knew that Nadia Diamondstein was not only incandescently beautiful but was also a star.

- The View From Saturday

E. L. Konigsburg