My bounce-around life had taught me that dreams were dangerous things - they look solid in your mind, but you just try to reach for them. It's like gathering clouds.

There is nothing like the occasional outburst of profanity to calm jangled nerves.

Why did I keep hitching myself to dreams as big as that Montana sky? I was like Rooster Jim's chickens, with no way to fly that high.

Sir if I was your daughter I would wait until this train started again and throw myself in front of it!

Life was like a batch of biscuits without the baking powder: flat, flat, flat.

I think if you find your passion and you go with it you are rewarded.

Remember picture books are the closest form of writing to a poem. Even though they don't have to rhyme, they must be poetic. They must be written so the worst actress can read with comfort and expression.