Read to your children Twenty minutes a day; You have the time, And so do they. Read while the laundry is in the machine; Read while the dinner cooks; Tuck a child in the crook of your arm And reach for the library books. Hide the remote, Let the computer games cool, For one day your children will be off to school; Remedial? Gifted? You have the choice; Let them hear their first tales In the sound of your voice. Read in the morning; Read over noon; Read by the light of Goodnight Moon. Turn the pages together, Sitting close as you'll fit, Till a small voice beside you says, "Hey, don't quit.

Anyone who thinks small towns are friendlier than big cities lives in a big city.

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

[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.

We write by the light of every story we have ever read.

Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep.

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