It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.

So many humans. So many colors.

It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.