Children's voices - even those who couldn't carry the tune - are always appealing.

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

I don't often reread my own books, unless I am going into another in the series and need to refresh my mood when originating the concept.

There's something wrong in not appreciating one's own special abilities, my girl. Find your own limitations, yes, but don't limit yourself with false modesty.

I do outlines when I'm writing with someone, but they also need to have a certain amount of freedom.

Make no judgments where you have no compassion.