“When I was a kid, the punishment I disliked the most was writing sentences. My mother loved to make me record my transgressions--always a minimum of five hundred times--and she even bought special spiral notebooks for me to fill up.... No matter how many notebooks I went through, there was always another one waiting in the kitchen drawer.” WritingMatterKidsMotherWaitingRecordsFiveSpecialHundredSentencesPunishmentKitchenMinimumNotebookDrawersSpiralsTransgression Book:Learning to Sing: Hearing the Music in Your Life Source: Learning to Sing: Hearing the Music in Your Life
“Ever since I was first read to, then started reading to myself, there has never been a line read that I didn't hear. As my eyes followed the sentence, a voice was saying it silently to me. It isn't my mother's voice, or the voice of any person I can identify, certainly not my own. It is human, but inward, and it is inwardly that I listen to it. It is to me the voice of the story or the poem itself.” FirstsHumansPersonsI CanStoriesEyeMotherReadingVoiceLinesMy OwnSentencesInward Book:One Writer's Beginnings Source: One Writer's Beginnings