I wish that every baby everywhere could land in a family that wanted that baby as much as we want ours.

You know, maybe that's all anybody wants, is to be useful. And have somebody else notice it.

I tried. Can't do it. Brain's empty.

What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked?

Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.

I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do.

I cannot just write a frivolous book, a la-di-da book. Everything isn't la-di-da. There is something that's going to pull you up short. I want to reassure young readers. I want to comfort them, to not fear the unexpected.