He was dressed as if everything he wore had come from different stores or from a rummage sale, except that the crease in his trousers was sharp and his shoes were shined.

What interests me is what children go through while growing up.

I wanted to be a ballerina. I changed my mind.

Writers are good at plucking out what they need here and there.

Children want to do what grownups do.

Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.

I enjoy writing for third and fourth graders most of all.