Magic is always impossible.... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.

I was born in Philadelphia and currently live in Minneapolis. I write for both children and adults.

There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.

There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another.

Reading should not be presented to children as a chore or duty. It should be offered to them as a precious gift.

The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.

You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.

It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak the words that matter.

The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.

When will you stop doing what you’ve always done and start doing what you can to begin to live the life you deserve?It’s Time. You’ve got this.

O Lord! Unhappy is the man whom man can make unhappy.

Everyone can do a character the way they want to do it, unless the director tells them not to, which isn't very common. I like to do my characters, if it's not specific in the script, as myself.

I always think that there is the good and the bad of it all.

We're all stumbling towards the light with varying degrees of grace at any given moment.

Hillary Clinton doesn't quit. She doesn't give up. I respect that.

Today I offer a prayer of forgiveness: forgive the pettiness of my ingratitude... the absence of profound thankfulness.

People like to trace their ancestry.

... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.