Everything takes me longer than I expect. It's the sad truth about life.
When I'm writing, I am concentrating almost wholly on concrete detail: the color a room is painted, the way a drop of water rolls off a wet leaf after a rain.
Children love secret club houses. They love secrecy even when there's no need for secrecy.
Children have very sharp powers of observation - probably sharper than adults - yet at the same time their emotional reactions are murky and much more primitive.
The job of the novelist is to invent: to embroider, to color, to embellish, to make things up.