Each beat told him he was still alive, at least for one more second.

An idea doesn't die," said Trapp. "It exists somewhere, in its own dimension, waiting to be perceived.

I'm no good at describing my books. 'Holes' has been out now for seven years, and I still can't come up with a good answer when asked what that book is about.

He could hardly lift his spoon during breakfast, and then he was out on the lake, his spoon soon replaced by a shovel.

I think of a book and a play, or a book and a movie, as two separate things - I don't think of it as my novel having a new life.

Not counting Small Steps, I think Holes is my best book, in terms of plot, and setting, and the way the story revealed itself. It hasn’t changed my life, other than that I have more money than I did before I wrote it. I’m still too close to Small Steps to compare it to Holes.

Each beat told him he was still alive, at least for one more second.