I started reading G. K. Chesterton's 'The Man Who Was Thursday' on a subway ride, almost missed my stop, and walked home thumbing pages.

I started reading when I was about three, a little over three.

At 16, I started reading trashy stuff, anything slightly naughty and risque.

I didn't start working on children's books until I got a job at a book warehouse on the children's floor. When I started reading some of the books, I was so impressed.

I started reading literature at 17 or 18, and I felt this extra beat to life.

I started reading the Bible. All of a sudden the words jumped off the page and became real.