Instead of the word 'love' there was an enormous heart, a symbol sometimes used by people who have trouble figuring out the difference between words and shapes.

I'm not a stranger," I said, and pointed to his book. "I'm someone who reads the same authors you do.

Wherever it's good, whatever strange, faraway land, let's go there, let's stay in that place alone.

Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.

I write storys to entertain not to be the best

This feeling is not unlike the sinking in one's stomach when one is in an elevator that suddenly goes down, or when you are snug in your bed and your closet door suddenly creaks open to reveal the person who has been hiding there.

I'd written my first novel for adults, which was called Basic Eight and was set in a high school, and we were having a devil of a time selling it. It ended up in the hands of an editor of a children's publishing house, for which it was entirely inappropriate. She said, "Well, we can't publish this, but I think you should write something for children," which I thought was a really terrible idea.