Oh, heart, let's never grow too old To smile anew, when Christmas comes, At tassels red and tinsel thread, And tarlatan bags f sugarplums.

The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges.

Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you!

Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall.

Easter's nearly here, now - Sing, world, sing!

The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a doorThat turns on magic hinges.

We trust people's lives to randomly selected juries as the only fair method

The global economy is a doomsday machine that must be stopped and reprogrammed.

It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

Every book I write, the first thing I have to do is get into the voice, and the voice varies from book to book - that's part of what's interesting to me.

It was an attempt to stick the Congress's finger in King Hussein's eye.

We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.

I don't like the word 'futurists.' I think we should be 'nowists.'

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

History is fractal. The closer you look, the more complicated, yet always repeating patterns.