"Some things may change," said Wednesday, abruptly. "People, however... People stay the same."

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

I don't know if any single book made me want to write. C.S. Lewis was the first writer to make me aware that somebody was writing the book I was reading - these wonderful parenthetical asides to the reader.

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.

People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't write themselves. It takes thought and research and backache and notes and more time and more work than you'd believe.

I knew enough about adults to know that if did tell them what had happened, I would not be believed. Adults rarely seemed to believe me when I told the truth anyway.