So many miracles have not yet happened.

You can always trust a dog that likes peanut butter.

Miracles and magic pervade the things that I've written, but yet there are no miracles and there is no magic.

We all live in fear of getting blocked no matter what kind of art we're trying to do. It happens all the time, but I prefer to think of it as a bad day.

I didn't know anything about writing a screenplay, but somehow I ended up rewriting a screenplay.

It's a weird kind of disconnect that this whole story [he Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane] grew around a real doll of mine, and here he is, with his "Edward" expression on his face. It's kind of reality bumping into fantasy.

When I get to a point in my book writing when I don't know what I'm going to do next, I'll come back look at underlined passages and see if the images I wrote still have a certain amount of resonance for me.