Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.

I still pinch meself when I wake up of a morning...Who ever thought I'd be a children's author -- let alone a best-selling children's author? I feel I should still be driving a truck, or (working as) a longshoreman.

I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean.

I love book signings: kids waiting in line for you to scribble on their new books, haha!

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.

I think that others can drive a creature to naughtiness, always accusing and blaming them. After a while it must make the creature unhappy and drive him...to be naughty, because nobody expects them to be good.

Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.