I guess I write four or five hours a day, but I do it seven days a week. It's very disciplined, yes, but it's joy for me.

The hamster called. He wants his home back.

It's our job - as parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles - to find books our kids are going to like.

Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together," I heard Gazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright. "What?" Fang said, his voice icy. "Gazzy!" I yelled. Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. "Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?" Gazzy asked.

What are you guys doing? If you anted me to take a shower, all you had to do was pay me ten bucks, like you usually do

Sometimes a happy delusion is better than grim reality.

Well, I get under people's skins. It's a gift I have, what can I say?