I pore over every word on the cereal box at breakfast, often more than once. You can ask me anything about shredded wheat.

If you don't know where you're going, stop racing to get there. -- from Just Desert by M. T. Anderson

At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.

Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe.

I've always thought of the book as a visual art form, and it should represent a single artistic idea, which it does if you write your own material.

There must be something to think about at the end.

I'm not a perfectionist. I'm just very observant.