That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day.

Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. Violet had a real knack for inventing and building strange devices, so her brain was often filled with images of pulleys, levers, and gears, and she never wanted to be distracted by something as trivial as her hair.

Why haven't we fixed sick yet? You scientists there-- put down those starfish and HELP us. I hereby demand that all the people who are good at math make the world free of illness. The rest of us will write you epic poems and staple them together into a booklet.

What you don't read is often as important as what you do read.

If I were to say, "Yes, I am a fascinating, erudite person," what would that say about me? I don't know.

I can't think of a story that doesn't have something terrible in it. Otherwise, it's dull. So when I embarked into the world of picture books, my first thought was to do something about the dark.

The movie was kickass, which was appropriate, because tonight it was called Kickass: The Movie.