Reader, do you think it is a terrible thing to hope when there is really no reason to hope at all? Or is it (as the soldier said about happiness) something that you might just as well do, since,in the end, it really makes no difference to anyone but you?

The image I had was very clear, and so in that way The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane began like other books.

Everything I write comes from my childhood in one way or another. I am forever drawing on the sense of mystery and wonder and possibility that pervaded that time of my life.

The draft that finally goes to my editor doesn't get into her hands until I have read it out loud innumerable times - sometimes into a tape recorder - to make sure that it sounds right.

I read my books out loud to myself because of the demands of the story and demands of language.

There ain't a body, be it mouse or man, that ain't made better by a little soup.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.