There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.

My father belonged to a Jewish social club.

We're animals. We're violent.

Do parents sit down and tell their kids everything? I don't know. I don't know. I've convinced myself - I hope I'm right - that children despair of you if you don't tell them the truth.

Knowledge is the driving force that puts creative passion to work.

My sister had her own room. She also had innumerable boyfriends. I had a yo-yo collection that was beyond belief, and the reason I had it was mostly that I would stand in the doorway of the living room watching her and her boyfriend. Finally she caught on how to get this kid out of the way. Give him a yo-yo!

How do you write for children? I really have never figured that out. So I decided to just ignore it