Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?

There was an author who titled his books by days of the weeks and another one that used colors. Then there was Edward Gorey who wrote the book The Gashlycrumb Tinies, about the untimely death of 26 Victorian children, each representing a letter of the alphabet. I thought what a great way to link the titles.

There are laws for everything except the harm families do.

He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse?

Having reached the halfway mark in the alphabet, my prime focus is on writing each new book as well as I can.

I made the rules I figured I could be the one to break them. I thought I would write about xenophobia, a hatred of foreigners. After I stated writing the story there was not a foreigner to be had. I did not want to just stick one in there so I could get a title out of it since it seemed like cheating. I never figured out how I could get out of this dilemma so I just called it X and weaved X traits into the story.

You kill people you hate or you kill in rage or you kill to get even, but you don't kill someone you're indifferent to.