“I'd never known that I could feel this broken and whole at once.”

“The courage to live brings its own rewards.”

“Sometimes Truth cannot be silenced.”

“No matter what, I would never let the people who wanted me to break see how much damage they had inflicted.”

“What good are words if no one believes them?”

“No words would ever be more powerful than the presence of a friend.”

“And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so ...”

“He perched the bat on his shoulder, giving a nod that he understood I needed his help. With one loud yell and a couple swings of the bat, he cleared me another path.”

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible”

“It seems as if I can only thing if I write my journal, it just connects the part of my head that is busy doing things with the part that is busy thinking about everything else. I know all these pep...”

“And so I just kept writing to myself.”

“A writer must be hard to live with: when not working he is miserable, and when he is working he is obsessed. Or so it is with me. Thus my writing life consists of spells of languor alternating with...”

“The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.”

“Not for a moment did he consider keeping a journal. He would never allow anyone to read his private thoughts; therefore, he did not risk writing them down. "I'd rather take it to my grave," he said...”

“She had her image and anything added to that would be mere verse-making. Something might come of it some day. In the meanwhile she had got her mood on to paperand this is the release that all write...”