Quotes from Sharon M. Draper

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

Without the local library in my neighborhood, I don't think I would have grown up to be a writer or a teacher.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

What's right isn't always popular, and whats popular isn't always right.

Do not let anyone stop you from succeding

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

What would you do if you could fly? Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. Is that on the quiz? I ask, grinning as I type. I think we've studied just about everything else. Mrs. V chuckles. I'd be scared to let go, I type. Afraid you'd fall? she asks. No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away.

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

Maybe I'm not so different from everyone else after all. It's like somebody gave me a puzzle, but I don't have the box with the picture on it. So I don't know what the final thing is supposed to look like. I'm not even sure if I have all the pieces.

Do you know what courage is? I guess you don't. Do you know that the courage it took at that moment - to actually blow yourself away - was more than enough courage to keep on living?

Go ahead and cry, Andy. Don't be afraid of those tears. Sometimes they help to wash the soul clean.

What your body looks like has nothing to do with how well your brain works!

But I'll always love you, and I'll always miss you and I'll never forget that It's okay to put dragons in the jungle and tears on a tiger

Music is powerful, my young friends," she said. "It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.

She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

and the machine speaks the words I've never been able to say. "I love you.

It's like I've always had a painted musical sound track playing background to my life. I can almost hear colors and smell images when music is played.

Words fall out of the sky like leaves, girl. Grab a couple and write 'em down.

I just sit there. The morning started out like crystal, but the day has turned to broken glass.

Delete, delete, delete. No way am I letting their negativity mess me up. I have enough to worry about.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

I can't talk. I can't walk. I can't feed myself or take myself to the bathroom. Big bummer.