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 take my ideas from my experiences.

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 think most people agree there is a component of skill in art making; you have to learn grammar before you learn how to write.

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

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.