Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.

Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you." I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.

When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I'm five I know everything

You cannot predict literary success; the only way you can possibly aim for it is to do your thing and do it well.

Everyone's got a different story.

Once I spent a whole day there, a blade of grass in each hand to anchor me to the warm earth. I watched the sun rise, pass over my head and set. Ladybirds mated on my knuckle; a shrew nibbled a hole in my stocking while I tried not to laugh. Such a day was worth any punishment.

There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.