In his heart, he knew that there was no reason to be impolite to someone, even if they did work for you. There was such a thing as manners after all.

I was a very quiet child, quite introverted, really. Independent, yes; I didn't need a lot of supervision. Less so than I did when I got older, maybe. But I was a bookish child, not surprisingly. I could sit quite happily in a corner for hours and entertain myself with books.

What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?

Sitting around miserable all day won't make you any happier.

I was dropped by my publisher after my first two books. But I always believed in myself.

There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them.

Their lost voices must continue to be heard.