A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.

And [he] sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot

I'm totally crazy, I know that.

There's a mystery there, a clue, a nut, a bolt, and if I put it together, I find me.

And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!

Thank God that Bumble-Ardy's parents are dead so we don't have to wonder what they did to him. We only know that they were famous, and famous people have unhappy children for the most part. They don't have the time to take care of them. So he's a troubled pig-boy, a kid you've got to watch.

Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.