Careful what you hunt, lest you catch it.

My book group has one rule: no books for adults. We read young adult fiction only.

You don’t learn about yourself by being alone, you learn about yourself from other people.

I always hated those fantasy books where, at the end, all the kids had to go home. At the end of a Narnia book, you always got shown the door. Same with The Wizard Of Oz and The Phantom Tollbooth. You get kicked out of your magic land. It's like, "By the way, here's your next surprise: You get to go home!" And the kids are all like, "Yay, we get to go home!" I never bought that. Did anybody buy that?

I've only read three books by Stephen King. When I was 10 I read 'The Long Walk,' one of his pseudonymous Bachman books. In my early 20s, while trapped on a family vacation, I read 'The Dark Half,' which taught me a word I have never forgotten: psychopomp. Now I have read '11/22/63.'

Book tours are excellent things, and one is lucky to get to go on one, but they have a way of leeching away one's will to live.

I came from an anxious, overly intense East Coast academic family. That was the way of our tribe.