Occupation: Author Birth: September 17, 1947
Do you like to slide?" His voice was eager. Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. "No, Majesty. I'm terrified of heights." "Oh." His polit….
A library is infinity under a roof..
No music. No rituals. At home I write in my office or on the laptop in the kitchen where our puppy likes to sleep, and I love his company. But I've t….
Drualt took Freya's warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it to his heart. Come with me,' he said. Come wit….
Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I r….
Things change, people change, but that doesn't mean you should forget the past..
In books and in life, you need to read several pages before someone's true character is revealed..
Writing is a weird thing because we can read, we know how to write a sentence. It's not like a trumpet where you have to get some skill before you ca….
And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after..
He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his ….
I didn't write professionally at first. It took me nine years to get anything published. At the beginning I mostly wrote picture books, which were re….
I wished she’d never stop squeezing me. I wished I could spend the rest of my life as a child, being slightly crushed by someone who loved me..
There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in….
I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was….
I never met a word I didn't love.
Who judges the judge who judges wrong?.
I'm solitary as a pulled tooth, Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools..
She asks why I like her. Might as well ask Why I breathe. Maybe tomorrow I won't Breathe or like her Anymore. Maybe tomorrow the tides Will stop. May….
I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad I must be sure you don't overlook..
I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every wa….
When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is m….