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

If you're going to read minds, start with a simple one.

[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.

Only the nonreader fears books.

I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.

Martin Wilson's What They Always Tell Us hears the voices of the young as they struggle toward adulthood.

Never trust an ugly woman. She's got a grudge against the world,' said Grandma who was no oil painting herself.