... one of those librarians who rules the stacks with an intimidating scowl, whispers quiet sharply enough to lacerate the tender inner tissues of the ear, and will pursue an overdue-book fine with the ferocity of a rabid ferret.

In the wind, the trees, like agitated lions preparing to roar, shook their great green manes.

The mockery of friends is affectionate, and inoculates against foolishness.

I'm no more a wonder than anyone. And that's what makes the world magical. Every baby's a seed of wonder - that gets watered or it doesn't.

When I'm working on a novel, I work 70-hour weeks.

From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.

I really believe that everyone has a talent, ability, or skill that he can mine to support himself and to succeed in life.