The only reason I would write a sequel is if I were struck by an idea that I felt to be equal to the original. Too many sequels diminish the original.

I have learned a great deal from novels. Some of it is even true.

Little mouse, you were so quick, so bright, so sweet, so full of life. And you still are everything you were then. None of it’s lost forever. All that promise, all that hope, that love and goodness—it’s still inside you. No one can take the gifts God gave you. Only you.

Life's mysterious, strange, and full of wonders - and only a fool withdraws from it willingly and lets it pass him by.

I think the world is an interesting place and I don't think anybody has the firm and final answer to what it is but I kind of assume there's a purpose.

Even if God exists, does He know that you do?

Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton.