Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.

The first stories I wrote when I was 12 were about Mars and landing on Mars.

Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy. Lord, there were a lot of lovely books once, before we let them go.

You've got to love libraries. You've got to love books. You've got to love poetry. You've got to love everything about literature. Then, you can pick the one thing you love most and write about it.

... bums on the outside, libraries inside.

I'm interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.

And I saw then and there you take a man half-bad and a women half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between.