I didn't know how many independent bookstores had amazing wine lists until I toured with 'Another Brooklyn.' Jacqueline Woodson More Quotes by Jacqueline Woodson More Quotes From Jacqueline Woodson What you say is what matters. Jacqueline Woodson what-matters matter I think writers are the history keepers, right? We're the ones who are bearing witness to what's going on in the world. And I feel like it's our job to put that down on paper, and put it out into the world, so that it can be remembered. Jacqueline Woodson jobs world thinking I've learned about marrying poetry and prose and making both accessible. Jacqueline Woodson marrying prose ive-learned You can't always be pushing people away. Someday nobody'll come back. Jacqueline Woodson someday pushing people I definitely believe in a greater good. I definitely believe that there's a reason each of us is here and that we've been brought here to do something. And we need to get busy doing it. And I definitely believe that there is something moving us forward that's good. Jacqueline Woodson believe moving needs Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on. Jacqueline Woodson ready long moving When I'm writing flawed characters, I just think about my own flaws. Jacqueline Woodson writing character thinking I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much. Jacqueline Woodson stars hurt fall One place exists as their interpretation of it. For the people living and thriving inside of it, it's another place. Jacqueline Woodson interpretation people Seems like every time life starts straightening itself out, something's gotta go and happen. Jacqueline Woodson seems happens The empty swing set reminds us of this-- Jacqueline Woodson swings forever long Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else. Jacqueline Woodson wish together feelings I pay a lot of attention to whitespace. I pay a lot of attention to the rhythm of words together. Jacqueline Woodson together pay attention Sometimes...you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living. Jacqueline Woodson trying sometimes people I feel like I'm a New Yorker to the bone. But there is a lot of the South in me. I know there is a lot of the South in my mannerisms. There's a lot of the South in my expectations of other people and how people treat each other. There's a lot of the South in the way I speak, but it could never be home. Jacqueline Woodson expectations home people You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D Jacqueline Woodson my-heart forever heart Everything I write, I read out loud. It has to sound a certain way. It has to look a certain way on the page. Jacqueline Woodson sound writing looks Sometimes it seems as though not a moment has moved, but then you look up and you're already old or you already have a household of kids or you look down and see your feet are miles and miles away from the rest of you—and you realize you've grown up. Jacqueline Woodson feet kids looks I loved and still love watching words flower into sentences and sentences blossom into stories. Jacqueline Woodson flower stories writing A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense. Jacqueline Woodson wall eye life
