I understood right from the start that every set of library doors were the sort of magic portals that lead to other lands. My God, right within reach there were dinosaurs and planets and presidents and girl detectives!
From Deb Caletti
Bliss is the ocean, a towel on the sand, the sun out, the chance to swim in waves or walk dragging a stick behind you, a good book, a cold drink.
When you go looking for rescue, you end up trapped in your own weakness.
Although I love snow, it messes things up terribly around Seattle, with all of our hills. I worry about my loved ones driving.
I've never met a popcorn ball I didn't like.
Like all kids with divorced parents, I have an abundance of holidays.
I would eat fruitcake if there'd been a nuclear war and I'd run out of canned goods.
You never know how - or when - the idea for a book will appear.
All of us create our own versions of an event, of our lives, even, not because we're liars, necessarily, but because we can only see and understand the truth from our own viewpoint, and a shifting viewpoint at that.
I always say that, for me, writing a book is like a wacky Greyhound bus trip - I know where I'm starting and where I'll end up, but I have no idea what will happen along the way.
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