He Could Hardly Lift His Spoon During

I Didn't Become A Good Writer Until I Learned How To Rewrite. And I Don't Just Mean Fixing Spelling And Adding A Comma. I Rewrite Each Of My Books Five Or Six Times, And Each Time I Change Huge Portions Of The Story.

The Bark On The Tree Was Just A Little Softer.

Part Of Me Becomes The Characters I'm Writing About. I Think Readers Feel Like They Are There, The Way I Am, As A Result.

School Just Speeds Things Up... Without School It Might Take 70 Years Before You Wake Up And Are Able To Count.

Wayside School Is Falling Down, Falling Down, Falling Down, Wayside School Is Falling Down My Fair Lady. Kids Go Splat As They Hit The Ground, Hit The Ground, Hit The Ground, Kids Go Splat As The Hit The Ground My Fair Lady . Broken Bones And Blood And Gore, Blood And Gore, Blood And Gore, Broken Bones And Blood And Gore My Fair Lady. We Don't Have To Go To School No More, School No More, School No More, We Don't Have To Go To School No More My Fair Lady.