It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.

In the beginning of the book, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, Edward is more enamored of himself than he is of anybody else. He's a very fine rabbit; he's been constructed incredibly well, and he has a wardrobe of amazing clothing. He's arrogant, and he doesn't care whether Abilene loves him or not. As the journey progresses, as he gets passed from hand to hand, he learns what it means to love. He gets more and more bedraggled, and his clothing is lost; yet he becomes finer in soul and heart than he was at the beginning of the journey.

It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak the words that matter.

There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

I have not Googled myself. I have not looked at myself on Amazon. It could drive you wild.

[A businessmen in plane after 9\11] asked me, "What are you working on now?" And I said I was writing a story about a mouse who tries to save a princess. I was mortified. Here the world is falling down around us, and I'm trying to tell the story about a mouse who saves a princess. I said "It doesn't matter at all now."

I always go to the Agriculture Building, where they make apple cider popsicles for a dollar.