Books have survived television, radio, talking pictures, circulars (early magazines), dailies (early newspapers), Punch and Judy shows, and Shakespeare's plays. They have survived World War II, the Hundred Years' War, the Black Death, and the fall of the Roman Empire.… — Vicki Myron Copy Share Image
“Until one morning, one of the coldest mornings of the year, when I came in with the book cart and found Jean Hollis Clark,… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
“The only thing we don’t know is the name of the boy who started the fire. Somebody knows it, of course, but a decision… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
“For years, I thought I had done that for Dewey. I thought that was my story to tell. And I had done that. When… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
“Everybody ages. Eighty-year-olds don’t look like twenty-year-olds, and they shouldn’t. We live in a throwaway culture that stashes older people away and tries not… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
There is nothing on God's green earth that someone won't complain about including both God and green earth. — Vicki Myron Copy Share
That's life. We all go through the tractor blades now and then. We all get bruised, and we all get cut. Sometimes the blade… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
“Sometimes one decision changes your life, and it doesnt have to be one you make yourself-or even know about.” — Vicki Myron Copy Share
“A library after closing is a lonely place. It is heart-poundingly silent, and the rows of shelves create an almost unfathomable number of dark… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
A great library doesn't have to be big or beautiful. It doesn't have to have the best facilities or the most efficient staff or… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
“Dr. Beall gave him the first shot, followed closely by the second. He said, "I'll check for a heartbeat." I said, "You don't need… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
“And right then I realised that she was right. The good, the bad, that's just life. Let it go. There's no need to fret… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
The good, the bad, that's just life. Let it go. There's no need to fret about the past. The question is: who are you… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
Everone has a pain thermometer that goes from zero to ten. No one will make a change until they reach ten. Nine won't do… — Vicki Myron Copy Share
