Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.

I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

I will try to write books until I drop dead.