Making Lists Of Reasons Was Sometimes A

Memory Is The Happiness Of Being Alone.

Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made It Seem As If The Whole World Was Crying.

I Don't Set Out To Transmit A Message. I Don't Write With A Political Point Of View. There Are No Religious Overtones. Looking Back At My Books, I Can Say, 'oh, Yes, It Is There.' But It's Not In My Mind When I Write.

There Will Always Be A Place For Bunnies To Talk In Rhyme, But That's Not What I Do.

I Was A Sidelines Child: Never Class President, Never Team Captain, Never The One With The Most Valentines In My Box.