There was a great deal of peer recognition to be gained in elementary school by being able to draw well. One girl could draw horses so well, she was looked upon as a kind of sorceress.

Following my muse has worked out pretty well so far. I can't see any reason to change the formula now.

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

I don't think ordinary things are very interesting, so I try to imagine a world that is less ordinary.

As much as I'd like to meet the tooth fairy on an evening walk, I don't really believe it can happen.

The Dick, Jane, and Spot primers have gone to that bookshelf in the sky. I have, in some ways, a tender feeling toward them, so I think it's for the best.

I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head