There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart...And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.

[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."

In a dark time, doors will sometimes magically open and let us step inside to the warmth and light of a community.

Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.

I grew up in Florida, and I wanted to go home and I couldn't. I didn't have the money. The book [The Tiger Rising] was a way to go home.

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

If I am just home and writing, I become very strange.