That is surely the truth, at least for now. But perhaps you have not noticed: the truth is forever changing.

I journal for about half an hour, and by the time that's done, the business day on the East Coast has begun. The phone starts to ring, and the rest of the day is spent dealing with the business of writing. My workday is done at about 3:00.

Going out and not only meeting the kids, but meeting the teachers and the librarians and seeing the world, fills me up.

Everything when I was a kid was illustrated.

He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.

In my stories for children, I sometimes show a hard, harsh, dangerous world. I'm going to show you the way it is, but I'm going to also tell you that there's every reason to hope.

You can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they are doing now.