Reader, you must know that an interesting fate (sometimes involving rats, sometimes not) awaits almost everyone, mouse or man, who does not conform.

I hate to cook and love to eat.

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

I love words; I love the way they sound. Once I've worked on everything else, the last drafts of my books come down to how they sound.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.

Most of my books begin with an image or a voice - one small thing - and I don't know what it is going to become.

Once there was a princess who was very beautiful. She shone bright as the stars on a moonless night. But what difference did it make that she was beautiful? None. No difference." Why did it make no difference?" asked Abilene. Because," said Pellegrina, "She was a princess who loved no one and cared nothing for love, even though there were many who loved her.