With twins, reading aloud to them was the only chance I could get to sit down. I read them picture books until they were reading on their own.

I read my books aloud before they were published.

In seventh grade...I found a place on the [library]shelf where my book would be if I ever wrote a book, which I doubted.

I had a very wise mother. She always kept books that were my grade level in our house.

All her life she had wanted to squeeze the toothpaste really squeeze it,not just one little squirt. [...] The paste coiled and swirled and mounded in the washbasin. Ramona decorated the mound with toothpaste roses as if it was a toothpaste birthday cake

I don't think children's inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house; they want places to play.

I write in longhand on yellow legal pads.