Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.

New York City is home to so many people from so many places and the uniqueness of it is that you never feel a foreigner. English is almost hardly ever heard in the subway. In fact it's weird.

Take for example the African jungle the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old the sick the wounded the weak the very young but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not be prey you had better be strong.

Nevertheless most of the evergreen forests of the north must always remain the home of wild animals and trappers a backward region in which it is easy for a great fur company to maintain a practical monopoly.

In all honesty at that time I never saw myself as an author... I was just a Mom in a state of panic trying to enter a short story contest to win the prize money in order to keep the lights on in my home.

In the later books I am much more at home in the use of language to describe things. I had never thought of that until a critic pointed that out.

The thrill of coming home has never changed.

I've never had WiFi at home. I'm too easily distracted and YouTube is too tempting.

From the moment this baby came into our home those two dogs have never been more in love. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed. People keep saying 'Oh you're a single mom.' I'm like 'Actually I'm not. I've got two boys helping.'