In seventh grade...I found a place on the [library]shelf where my book would be if I ever wrote a book, which I doubted.

I hope children will be happy with the books I've written, and go on to be readers all of their lives.

One rainy Sunday when I was in the third grade, I picked up a book to look at the pictures and discovered that even though I did not want to, I was reading. I have been a reader ever since.

With twins, reading aloud to them was the only chance I could get to sit down. I read them picture books until they were reading on their own.

If you don't see the book you want on the shelves, write it.

Quite often somebody will say, What year do your books take place? and the only answer I can give is, In childhood.

Children should learn that reading is pleasure, not just something that teachers make you do in school.

She was not a slowpoke grownup. She was a girl who could not wait. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next.

I didn't start out writing to give children hope, but I'm glad some of them found it.

Nothing in the whole world felt as good as being able to make something from a sudden idea.

I wanted to be a ballerina. I changed my mind.

Kretanje je duša svega što drhti.Započinje tako da se prvo dogodi trenutakonima koji žive trenutak, a onda se, onima koji žive vječnost, vječnost nametne kao bolest.

Women can enter (...) negotiations with the knowledge that showing concern for the common good, even as they negotiate for themselves, will strengthen their position.

Celebrate your journey of life.

When you moved, I felt squeezed with a wild infatuation and protectiveness. We are one. Nothing, not even death, can change that.

If we do not cling to riches, selfishness or greed - then I believe we are getting closer to God.

Without homosexuals there'd be no Hollywood.

I would have all my offensive linemen wrestle if I could.

I had to beat the bags, big time, I had to get out into the den and start screaming and move it through my body.

We prematurely write off people as failures. We are too much in awe of those who succeed and far too dismissive of those who fail.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.