It is natural for the mind to believe and for the will to love; so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.

I'm not your father." He cupped a hand under her chin. He saw the tears brimming, and her valiant attempt to hold them off. "And neither are you. My being there for you, taking some of the weight doesn't make you weak. It doesn't make you less, Sophie.

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture

They are saying that if life has a structure, a staff, a sensible scaffold, we hang our nonsense on it. And they are saying that broken parts add color and music to the staff of life.

Written By E.L. Konigsburg

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