The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

Love has the quality of informing almost everything -- even one's work.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

I see the mind of the 5-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.

When I teach people, I marry them.