Though my father was Norwegian, he always wrote his diaries in perfect English.

It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

careful those who fight with monsters, that they might become monsters themeselves.

Some children are spoiled and it is not their fault, it is their parents.

Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.

A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.

Homesickness is a bit like seasickness. You don't know how awful it is unti you get it, and when you do, it hits you right in the top of the stomach and you want to die.