Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.

A good night's sleep is always the best way to wake up and go to work.

The best way to learn is getting out there, getting reps, and making mistakes.

The morning is always my best time of the day for writing because that's when my head is best.

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.

For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen - skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.