A boy has to peddle his book.

I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that's why I started writing. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.

My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.

Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.

We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.