The Bell Jar

by Sylvia Plath

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and the excitement at about a million miles an hour. (pg 14)

The Lost Summer of Louisa May Alcott

by Kelly O'Connor McNess

Don't you see? I do have to choose. I have inherited Father's love of ideas and books but I also know how that love can separate you from the people who need you most. And yet, I can't imagine my life without books. I don't even know who I'd bee then. (pg. 31)

Rose Of Sharon

Three Cups of Tea

by Greg Mortenson

"Here (in Pakistan and Afghanistan), we drink three cups of tea to do business, the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third, you join our family, and for family we are prepared to do anything -- even die."

~Haji Ali, Korphe Village Chief, Karakoram Mountains, Pakistan

The Book of Joe

by Jonathan Tropper

Time doesn't heal as much as it buries things in the undergrowth of your brain, where they lie in wait to ambush you when you least expect it. (pg 28)

"Who-Stole-the-Cake" with Raspberries

After going raspberry picking I was making a "who-stole-the-cake" and decided to do something unorthodox. I had the bright idea to put Raspberries in the cake. Wasn't sure how it would come out and I told my friends, that love the cake, that they were either going to love me or hate me. Needless to say they loved me! This was one of my best ideas!

Mirrors

by Eduardo Galeano

Mirrors are filled with people.
The invisible see us.
The forgotten recall us.
When we see ourselves, we see them.
When we turn away, do they?

(pg 1)