We don't write what we know. We write what we wonder about.

Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.

The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.

If you cannot find yourself on the page very early in life, you will go looking for yourself in all the wrong places.

Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.

[A young adult novel] ends not with happily ever after, but at a new beginning, with the sense of a lot of life yet to be lived.

I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language.