Reading Is My Passion.

During The Night, While Bull And Lucy Slept, Edward, With Ever-open Eyes, Stared Up At The Constellations. He Said Their Names, And Then He Said The Names Of The People Who Loved Him. He Started With Abilene, And Then Went On To Nellie And Lawrence And From There To Bull And Lucy, And Then He Ended Again With Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward Told Pellegrina. I Am Not Like The Princess. I Know About Love.

If You Have No Intention Of Loving Or Being Loved, The Whole Journey Is Pointless.

I Like Going To Schools And Telling Classes That When I Was A Child, I Failed Every "will This Kid Become A Writer" Test.

This Is The Danger Of Loving: No Matter How Powerful You Are, No Matter How Many Kingdoms You Rule, You Cannot Stop Those You Love From Dying.

On The Return Flight From My Mother In Florida , I Sat Next To A Businessman Who Asked Me What I Did For A Living. I Said, "i Write," And It Seemed Totally Ridiculous In The Face Of What Had Just Happened. I Mean, I Couldn't Think Of Anything More Pointless Than Telling Stories. He Asked, "what Do You Write?" I Said, "i Write Children Books."