Quotes from Joan Lowery Nixon

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.

Life is not easy. We all have problems-even tragedies-to deal with, and luck has nothing to do with it. Bad luck is only the superstitious excuse for those who don't have the wit to deal with the problems of life.

Don't matter if you believe in them or not. If they're there, they're there,' Mrs. Phipps said.

Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world.

Having a baby is part of a woman's life, and it is surely a great waste to be afraid of life.

To my way of thinking, the slavery issue is just an excuse to allow some people to do hateful things and feel righteous about it.

each of us from the seance stood alone. Like so many pillars of salt, we had tried to look back and failed. And in the eyes of the others who shared the pale, flat sky with us, there was sometimes suspicion, sometimes a little fear.

There are 2 ways of crying-on the outside or from the inside-and I've been crying on the inside most of my life.

Sometimes it's easier not to try to understand people.

Virtual reality is a self-created form of chosen reality. Therefore it exists.

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.

While Jeff had been packing for this trip to his grandparents, his mother had tucked a flashlight and extra batteries into his suitcase over his protests. "So if you have to get up in the night you can find the bathroom down the hall," she had said. "Mom, that's crazy!"' "No, it isn't. I know from experience. There are lots of little tables and what-nots in that hall, and you could break a toe.

He peered up the stairs. "Want to go first? Or last?" Debbie looked behind her. "Neither, but I suppose if I have to, I'll be first. I don't want something creeping up behind me." "I wish you wouldn't say dumb things like that!" Jeff shouted. He let her climb the stairs first, but he edged up sideways, one eye on the stairs behind them.

What do you want?" Debbie whispered. And a voice whispered back, "Where are my eyes?" Debbie let out a yelp and began shouting, "How should we know? We didn't take your eyes! What do you think you're doing anyway, going around scaring people? You rotten, mean, whatever-you-are!

What if the mummy's hidden in here? What if we bump into it?" "Don't even think like that!" Jeff snapped.

YOU CAN CRY FROM THE INSIDE OR FROM THE OUTSIDE AND I'V BEEN CRYING FROM THE INSIDE ALL THESE YEARS

If he didn't go away from here, he'd still have to be here," Debbie said. She gave a little screech. "Oh, no! Don't say things like that, Jeff! You scared me!" "You're the one who said it, not me." "Well, you made me think it!

And while he worked he told her about the hand that had been holding his. Debbie gasped. "How could you stand it? I'm glad it didn't happen to me! I would have died, right there on the stairs, and you would have had to drag my body all the way down.

I mean," he said, "that we're going to trap whoever or whatever it is." "Did your brains bounce out while you were falling down stairs?

Jeff put his mouth close to Debbie's ear, hoping he wouldn't be overheard. "I think our answer is in the statue of Anubis." Debbie jumped. "Don't do that!" Jeff grumbled, pulling a strand of her hair from his mouth.

We're going to lure whoever was on the stairs into the library." "Oh, c'mon, Jeff," she said, pulling away. "We lure him into the library? How do we do that? Promise to read to him?

Anything could be hiding down here!" "Don't think like that. You'll just scare yourself." "I'm already scared!" "Well, don't scare me then!

I wonder what's in the boxes," Debbie said. "There's no telling what might be inside. All sorts of weird and creepy stuff, I bet." "I'm going to stuff you in one of them if you don't quit that!" Jeff said.

Choices were so easy when I was a child. Good guy versus bad guy, and the good guys always won. But I'm no longer a child.