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Jacqueline Woodson

At the day’s end, a writer lives alone with her story, wrestling with characters and settings, and the way light filters into and out of a scene. The deeper messages often escape her.Sometimes I take for granted the journey through the telling. At other times I curse the muse’s power. But through it all, I live each day in deep gratitude.

Jacqueline Woodson

Do you remember?’ Someone’s always asking andsomeone else, always does

Jacqueline Woodson

Maybe this is how it happened first for everyone —adults promising us their own failed future.

adults, failure, life, parents

Jacqueline Woodson

This is what kindness does, Ms.Albert said. Each little thing we do goes out, like a ripple, into the world.

Jacqueline Woodson

I knew I was lost inside the world, watching it and trying to understand why too often I felt like I was standing just beyond the frame—of everything.

alienation, existentialism

Jacqueline Woodson

Creating a novel means moving into the past, the hoped for, the imagined. It is an emotional journey, fraught at times with characters who don’t always do or say what a writer wishes.

writing-process

Jacqueline Woodson

Nothing in the world is like this-a bright white page withpale blue lines. The smell of a newly sharpened pencilthe soft hush of itmoving finallyone dayinto letters.

Jacqueline Woodson

I was eleven, the idea of two identical digits in my age still new and spectacular and heartbreaking. The girls must have felt this. They must have known. Where had ten, nine, eight, and seven gone?

Jacqueline Woodson

It’s easier to make up storiesthan it is to write them down. When I speak, the words come pouring out of me. The storywakes up and walks all over the room. Sits in a chair, crosses one leg over the other, says, Let me introduce myself. Then just starts going on and on.

Jacqueline Woodson

I know now that what is tragic isn’t the moment. It is the memory.

memory, tragedy

Jacqueline Woodson

Who hasn’t walked through a life of small tragedies?

life, sadness, tragedy

Jacqueline Woodson

Who hasn’t walked through a life of small tragedies? ‘Sister Sonja often asked me, as though to understand the depth and breadth of human suffering would be enough to pull me outside of my own.

depression, grief