Writing is hard work, and fun, and requires you to keep your backside in a chair when you would sometimes like to put it elsewhere. So the only wisdom is the advice to keep at it, I guess.

-a whole world can lie before someone, if love is there when one wakes.

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.

It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

The writer after all is only half the book, the other half is the reader.

Kids deserve the right to think that they can change the world.

We live in times that are in many ways ambiguous. Maybe that's why kids want precision in what they read - they don't like that moral ambiguity.

Take pride in your pain; you are stronger than those who have none

He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.

As part of humanity, each of us is called to develop and share the unique gifts we are given.

Any ape can reach for a banana, but only humans can reach for the stars.

The Cox Committee found that the Chinese military acquired many of the technologies over the past seven years, although many of them had been targeted for acquisition for more than a quarter century.

Meryl Streep belongs on anybody's list of greats.

When the pain that the little me creates for itself becomes intense enough, the ego will self-destruct. It has a self-destruct mechanism built in, fortunately, so eventually every ego dies.

Jack Kerouac, like a sick refrigerator, worked too hard at keeping cool and died on his mama's lap from alcohol and infantilism.

One of the best things about writing is how it redeems, not to mention recycles, all of one's prior experiences, including or perhaps especially the failures.

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.

I'm very fortunate. I'm not much of a self-promoter or anything.

I know I'm 38 but I insist that santa claus exists and he raped my mother when I was 9.