How Will The World Change If We

There Is A Lot Of Love In Him, A Lot Of Love In His Heart...and He Is Up There With No One And Nothing To Love. It Is A Bad Thing To Have Love And No Where To Put It.

So Here I Am, Sending A Two-ounce Mouse Down Into A Dungeon With A Sewing Needle To Save A Human Princess, And I Don't Know How In The World He's Going To Do It. I Have No Idea. That Was The First Time It Occurred To Me That Writing The Story Was Roughly Equivalent To Despereaux's Descent Into The Dungeon. I Was Tremendously Aware Of That As I Was Writing. I Thought, "i Have To Be Brave Or Else I'm Not Going To Be Able To Tell It." But It's The Only Way That I Can Write. If I Know What's Going To Happen, I'm Not Interested In Telling The Story.

I Want To Remind People Of The Great And Profound Joy That Can Be Found In Stories, And That Stories Can Connect Us To Each Other, And That Reading Together Changes Everybody Involved.

I Loved School; I Loved The Rules, And I Liked There Being Right Answers, Wrong Answers, And Being Able To Give The Right Answer All The Time. And That Goes Against Who Many Would Predict Is Going To Go Out And Break Rules And Tell Stories For A Living.

There Is No Right Or Wrong Way To Tell A Story. You Have To Find Your Own Way. You Can Get Your Idea From Listening, Looking, Or Imagining. Stories Are Everywhere. All You Have To Do Is Pay Attention.