I have done quite a few signings at bookstores, libraries and conferences. I have received phone calls and letters from people who liked the book.

Besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl? The answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.

Despereaux marveled at his own bravery. He admired his own defiance. And then, reader, he fainted.

For children: I'm writing a picture book about the Big Dipper and a novel about a cricket, a firefly and a vole. For grownups: I'm writing poems.

The only control you have over a movie is whether or not you decide to sell the rights.

I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?

At the thought of being eaten by rats, Despereaux forgot about being brave. He forgot about not being a disappointment. He felt himself heading into another faint. But his mother, who had an excellent sense of dramatic timing, beat him to it; she executed a beautiful, flawless swoon, landing right at Despereaux's feet.