He [an earnest young reporter] seemed to share the view of many intelligent, well-educated, well-meaning people that, while adult literature may aim ….

She had tricked him. She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it but too late to ….

I can't believe there will ever be a time when the book is truly obsolete. It is the perfect technology and feeds the soul..

You don't have to fight dragons to write books. You just have to live deeply the life you've been given..

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can….

A dream without a plan is just a wish.

It wasn't so much that he minded telling Leslie that he was afraid to go; it was that he minded being afraid. It was as though he had been made with ….

I love revision. Where else can spilled milk be turned into ice cream?.

We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And ….

Once a book is published, it no longer belongs to me. My creative task is done. The work now belongs to the creative mind of my readers. I had my tur….

My writing comes from ideas that make a sound in my heart..

Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits..

I woke up one morning and realized that what I wanted to say to everyone - children, young people, adults - was: Read for your life..

That was the rule that you never mixed up troubles at home with life at school. When parents were poor or ignorant or mean, or even just didn't belie….

I think, she began quietly, I think we want... not just bread for our bellies. We want more than only bread. We want food for our hearts, our souls. ….

One thing living in Japan did for me was to make me feel that what is left out of a work of art is as important as, if not more important than, what ….

...those of us who write for children are called, not to do something to a child, but be someone for a child..

Youth is a mortal wound..

If we marvel at the artist who has written a great book, we must marvel more at those people whose lives are works of art and who don't even know it,….

If you're so afraid of your imagination that you stifle it, how are you going to know God? How can you imagine heaven?.

It's like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you..