Time has a way of changing our minds.

It's a wonderful thought that everyday has something to celebrate.

Books, I think, are what magic smells like.

She had met people who had tried to fit in. She had met people who tried to stand out. But until then she had never met anyone who simply tried to be themselves without expecting anything from those around
them. It was a refreshing experience.

Writers, not psychiatrists, are the true interpreters of the human mind and heart, and we have been at it for a very long time.

It's time to change the mind-set that natural disasters are inevitable.