{ Amy }:
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
{ Amy }:
Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.
{ Amy }:
she stared out at the greyness of the rain. water dripped off the edge of her umbrella, and the puddle she was standing in would leave a stain on her shoes. she hugged her jacket tighter around herself and walked on.
{ Amy }:
Lord! when you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - there's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book.
{ Amy }:
I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.
