My Parents Gave Me That

I Didn't Know I Was Really A Writer Until I Read It In The New York Times. And Then I Thought, "oh My God, Maybe I Can Really Do This". That Was A Review Of "margaret."

That's My Anxiety Dream. I Go To The Library And All The Books On My Subject Are Out.

I Love To Talk With Children. I Try To Visit Schools But It's Hard For Me To Travel When I'm Trying To Write. Some Authors Are Able To Do Both.

I Meet People On The Street Or At Book Signings And They Tend To Treat Me As If They Know Me, As If We're Connected. It's Great.

If All You Leave In The Library Is Books That You Think Speak To Everyone, What Are You Going To Have? You'd Have Nothing.