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

My ideas are not meant to suggest dreams or reality, but a surreal quality.

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

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

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

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