Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place where the thickness of snow brought the sled to a stop. He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

You eat canned tuna fish and you absorb protein. Then, if you're lucky, someone give you Dover Sole and you experience nourishment. It's the same with books.

I think of every book as a single entity, and some have later gone on to become a series, often at the request of readers.

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

What's important is the preparation for adult life, and the training you'll receive in your Assignment.

I think I've written 40 books, and none of them have been heavy on action. I'm an introspective person.

There is something about that moment, when literature becomes accessible, and a door of the world opens.