It is not the diamonds or the birds, the people or the potatoes, it is not any of the nouns. The miracle is the adverbs, the way things are done. It is the way love gets done despite every catastrophe.

Like People, animals will become frightened and likely do whatever you say if you whip them enough.

Accidents happen all the time.

I first told the idea to an editor I had met who, after reading one of my novels for adults that was set in a high school, had an idea that I might write something for children.

Normally it is not polite to go into somebody’s room without knocking, but you can make an exception if the person is dead, or pretending to be dead.

Let’s go, let’s go together toward something extraordinary and I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.

Writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day.