Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Bright eyes.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
When the bold braches bid farewell to rainbow leaves, welcome wool sweaters.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Likes to smile a lot until you want her to & then she says 'Enough of that' & she thinks of other things to do.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Wonder upon wonder.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a machine that's supposed to make people good & true & kind & the funny thing is that it works best when it's completely broken down so everyone has to stop what they're doing & get together & figure out how to fix it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The earth has music for those who listen.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a monster in a box & all it eats is sugar so you can understand how it got to be so fierce.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Never let go.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Six days