You Can Either Give In To What

I Remember One Winter, When I Was About Five Or Six, I Spent Three Days With Another Boy, Tracking A Bobcat That Had Been Sighted In Another County Fifty Miles Away, But Which I Was Sure Had Come Into Our Neighborhood.

Even After Sword Was Published, I Was Still Only Thinking About The Next Book, Elfstones.

When She Cried, He Would Say, "there Is Nothing Wrong With Crying. Your Feelings Tell You Who Are. They Tell What Is Important. Don't Ever Be Ashamed Of Them.

Writing Fantasy Lets Me Imagine A Great Deal More Than, Say, Writing About Alligators, And Lets Me Write About Places More Distant Than Florida, But I Can Tell You Things About Florida And Alligators, Let You Make The Connection All On Your Own.

...[y]ou Have An Inner Strength That Makes It Possible For You To Do Things Other People Couldn't Even Begin To Think Of Doing.