The one thing about kids is that you never really know exactly what they're thinking or how they're seeing. After writing about kids, which is a little bit like putting the experience under a magnifying glass, you realize you have no idea how you thought as a kid. I've come to the conclusion that most of the things that we remember about our childhood are lies. We all have memories that stand out from when we were kids, but they're really just snapshots. You can't remember how you reacted because your whole head is different when you stand aside.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?

As a species we're fundamentally insane.

If the stuff you're writing is not for yourself, it won't work.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.