A warp," Nita whispered. "A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole?" It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)

(True,) the white hole said. (My name is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) and at the same time he went flickering through a pattern of colors that was evidently the visual translation.

What I try to do for my readers is to pass on some of the things that I found out about being thirteen after doing it for forty years.

Do it now and avoid the June rush! Fear death by water!

"Don't be afraid to make corrections," Picchu said. "Don't be afraid to lend a hand." She fell silent, seeming to think for a moment. "And don't look down."

How am I supposed to save the universe with all this noise?!

It's always been the children who have saved the universe from the previous generation and remade the universe in their own image.