Isn't it fascinating how long a few minutes seem when you are completely alone with not a familiar face in sight?

In a novel, you have space to develop a character or a scene. You don't have that luxury in a 700-800-word picture book.

I will have to rely on that painful teacher, experience.

The worst thing of all is standing by when folks are doing something wrong.

There should be fireworks, at least, when a dream dies.

My bounce-around life had taught me that dreams were dangerous things - they look solid in your mind, but you just try to reach for them. It's like gathering clouds.