I labored for eight years thinking that I was writing a book for adults that was a nostalgic look back on childhood. Then my publisher informed me I'd written a children's book.

fish and visitors stink in 3 days.

You and your group of nerds fall into a pit and it's full of dynamite and you blow up. The End.

I'm not really sure what makes a book a 'classic' to begin with, but I think it has to be at least fifty years old and some person or animal has to die at the end.

I think if everyone would write down the funny stories from their own childhoods, the world would be a better place.

It's not easy to writing thank-you notes for the stuff you didn't want in the first place.

You can't expect everyone to have the same dedication as you.