I never spent less than two years on the text of one of my picture books, even though each of them is approximately 380 words long. Only when the text is finished ... do I begin the pictures.

Oh, please don't go — we'll eat you up — we love you so!

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

I'm totally crazy, I know that.

What is the point of it all? Not leaving legacies. But being ripe. Being ripe.

I don't believe in an afterlife but I still fully expect to see my brother again.

It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find the time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. I have nothing now but praise for my life.