What Nature Creates Has Eternity In It.

Kindness, I've Discovered, Is Everything In Life.

In The Half Darkness I Winked To My Other Self, My Mad Dictator, And Congratulated Him On His Droll Victory. I Closed My Eyes And Felt The Warmth Flowing From Shosha's Head To My Face. What Did I Have To Lose? Nothing More Than What Everyone Loses Anyway.

The Waste Basket Is The Writer's Best Friend.

There Are 500 Reasons I Write For Children.... Children Read Books, Not Reviews. They Don't Give A Hoot About The Critics.... They Don't Read To Free Themselves Of Guilt, To Quench Their Thirst For Rebellion, Or To Get Rid Of Alienation. They Still Believe In God, The Family, Angels, Devils, Witches, Goblins, Logic, Clarity, Punctuation, And Other Such Obsolete Stuff.... They Don't Expect Their Beloved Writer To Redeem Humanity. Young As They Are, They Know That It Is Not In His Power. Only The Adults Have Such Childish Illusions.

Our Knowledge Is A Little Island In A Great Ocean Of Nonknowledge.