If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless.

During the night, while Bull and Lucy slept, Edward, with ever-open eyes, stared up at the constellations. He said their names, and then he said the names of the people who loved him. He started with Abilene, and then went on to Nellie and Lawrence and from there to Bull and Lucy, and then he ended again with Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward told Pellegrina. I am not like the princess. I know about love.

If memory serves me correctly, and it doesn't always, Kate [DiCamillo] and I met in the fall of 2001 at the former Figlio's restaurant in Minneapolis. We were laughing within a minute of meeting - always a good sign.

I read whatever the publisher sends me.

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

I thought I was going nowhere. Now I can see there was a pattern.

Miracles and magic pervade the things that I've written, but yet there are no miracles and there is no magic.