I Think Of Myself As An Enormously

Do You Think Everybody Misses Somebody? Like I Miss My Mama?” “mmmm-hmmm,” Said Gloria. She Closed Her Eyes. “i Believe, Sometimes, That The Whole World Has An Aching Heart.

The Miraculous Journey Of Edward Tulane Began With A Friend Giving Me A Rabbit Doll - Forgive Me, Edward, For Using That Word; He Doesn't Like "doll" - For Christmas. I Said, "oh, He's Lovely, What's His Name?" And She Said, "edward." And A Few Days After I Received The Rabbit, Who Was Dressed Very Handsomely In Edwardian Kind Of Clothes, I Saw Him Stripped Of His Finery And Face Down On The Bottom Of The Ocean Floor. Why? I Don't Know. But That's Where His Story Began In My Head.

When It Is My Editor Telling Me How To Rewrite A Story, I Listen And Do What She Asks Because I Have Learned That I Get A Better Book In The End. I Can't Say I'm Happy When I Read That Editorial Letter. It Is Always A Little Painful And Scary. But I Have Learned That - Bit By Bit - I Can Make The Changes And Do The Work.

I Think For Everybody Reading Can Be A Solace, Illumination, Education.

I Show Up And Try, But I May Have To Ask Myself If I Need To Wait And Let Myself Regenerate And Take A Break. I Know That This Thing That Makes The Stories Has To Be Treated Gently. So Sometimes I'll Just Stop And Let The Well Fill Up. With My Work, Sometimes I Hate Doing It, But I Love Having Done It. The Key Is To Keep Doing It.