I Actually Do Like Traveling.

Hands Down, The Biggest Thrill Is To Get A Letter From A Kid Saying, I Loved Your Book. Will You Write Me Another One?

I Read My Books Out Loud To Myself Because Of The Demands Of The Story And Demands Of Language.

There Is A Lot Of Love In Him, A Lot Of Love In His Heart...and He Is Up There With No One And Nothing To Love. It Is A Bad Thing To Have Love And No Where To Put It.

There Are So Many Difficult Things And Stories Can Make Them Palatable. That's The Way I Have Always Felt.

No One Cared What She Wanted. No One Had Ever Cared. And Perhaps, Worst Of All, No One Ever Would Care.