“Like Dewey, I was lucky. I got to leave on my own terms. Find your place. Be happy with what you have. Treat everyone well. Live a good life. It isn’t about material things; it’s about love. And you can… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
There is nothing on God's green earth that someone won't complain about including both God and green earth. — Vicki Myron Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Sometimes one decision changes your life, and it doesnt have to be one you make yourself-or even know about.” — Vicki Myron Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
