The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.

It's a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it's light out.

I'm pulling out different aspects of my personality in writing each character and, if I'm doing my job well, I'm being true to the situation and true to the character.

Mom’s not feeling well. So I’m making her a get well card.” “That’s thoughtful of you.” "See, on the front it says, ‘Get Well Soon’ … and on the inside it says,’Because my bed isn’t made, my clothes need to be put away and I’m hungry. Love Calvin.’ Want to sign it?” “Sure, I’m hungry too

You never know when some crazed rodent with cold feet could be running loose in your pants.

I let my mind wander and it didn't come back.

I'm a 21st-century kid trapped in a 19th-century family.