It's like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.

The challenge for those of us who care about our faith and about a hurting world is to tell stories which will carry the words of grace and hope in their bones and sinews and not wear them like fancy dress.

Shh" he said. "Look." "Where?" "Can't you see'um?" he whispered. "All the Terabithians standing on tiptoe to see you." "Me?" "Shh, yes. There's a rumor going around that the beautiful girl arrving today might be the queen they've been waiting for.

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.

February is just plain malicious. It knows your defenses are down.

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

Crazy people who are judged to be harmless are allowed an enormous amount of freedom ordinary people are denied.