How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.