I guess real maturity, which most of us never achieve, is when you realize that you're not the center of the universe.

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?

I woke up one morning and realized that what I wanted to say to everyone - children, young people, adults - was: Read for your life.

Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography, but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.

Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.

You think it's so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain't.

Sitting in cold wet britches for an hour was no fun even in a magic kingdom.