I don't know of any wrong road to Dictionopolis, so if this road goes to Dictionopolis at all it must be the right road, and if it doesn't it must be the right road to somewhere else, because there are no wrong roads to anywhere. Do you think it will rain?

It's bad enough wasting time without killing it.

He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

We never choose which words to use, for as long as they mean what they mean to mean, we don’t care if they make sense or nonsense.

One of the problems you have when you read with kids is that once they like something they want you to read it a hundred times.

When you're very young and you learn something - a fact, a piece of information, whatever - it doesn't connect to anything.

Sometimes I find the best way of getting from one place to another is simply to erase everything and begin again.