For me, that emotional payoff is what it’s all about. I want you to laugh or cry when you read a story...or do both at the same time. I want your heart, in other words. If you want to learn something, go to school.

Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.

...stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.

It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone.

Invitation to Dance- It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?