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.

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 was an only child; I didn't have a sister, or sisters.

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

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.

I read my books aloud before they were published.

I just wrote about childhood as I had known it.