And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful

We invent nothing. We borrow and re-create.

How I love being a writer!

I entered this career nearly fifty years ago with few live role models and little understanding of the mechanics of publishing.

A human being is part of the whole, called by us “Universe”; a part limited in time and space.

Touching the Earth, I let go of my idea that I am this body and my life span is limited.

We believe that any transformation of the world begins with the transformation of the self

Ideas are strange creatures. Sometimes it’s impossible to remember—or ever to know—where the concept for a particular story came from.

For one human being to love another human being

Who knows whether there is life on any other planet anywhere in the universe,

Life is chaos

We are resolved to protect individual freedom of belief. This freedom must include the child as well as the parent.

If you will think of yourself as coming out of the earth,

Recently I stumbled upon a speech, “Visions of Peace through Literature,” that I delivered to the Upper Midwest Regional IRA Conference in 1992 and that was then published in the winter 1994 edition of The ALAN Review.

…into the unknowable, uncomfortable

When my children were young, we read and read and read.

Only what you have given is salvaged

The best thing for being sad," replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something.

The question was inevitable.

When I used to go into schools, I always started programs with my young readers by telling stories drawn from my childhood. Stories about the way the experiences, the challenges, the feelings from that time formed the foundation of my novels.

One of the great surprises is that humans come to full consciousness precisely by shadowboxing

In the name of the daybreak

and the eyelids of morning