I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.

Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.

And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus