I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, "An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie," and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it.

Guys with nice person names try to be sympathetic.

Breakfast was only worth having when somebody else made it for you.

I approach serious subjects, and I like to have the good guys win and have the parents among the good guys

When in doubt, shut up.

I believe my readers are crazy about their parents and want to be just like them when they grow up

My favorite book is always the one I'm working on at the moment