Deb Caletti

Although I love snow, it messes things up terribly around Seattle, with all of our hills. I worry about my loved ones driving.

I understood right from the start that every set of library doors were the sort of magic portals that lead to other lands. My God, right within reach there were dinosaurs and planets and presidents and girl detectives!

I always say that, for me, writing a book is like a wacky Greyhound bus trip - I know where I'm starting and where I'll end up, but I have no idea what will happen along the way.

When you go looking for rescue, you end up trapped in your own weakness.

Often, marriage was solitude, with company.