We book people are always preaching about reading aloud to children, but unless you do, you can't realize how it enriches family life.

My writing comes from ideas that make a sound in my heart.

There are few things, apparently, more helpful to a writer than having once been a weird little kid.

The last dregs of winter spoiling the taste of everything.

I realize, of course, that I wasn't born knowing how to read. I just can't imagine a time when I didn't know how.

If you could hold your nose to avoid a stink, or close your eyes to cut out a sight, why not shut off your brain to avoid a thought?

What I really want to do is to write a hilarious farce.