Quotes from Christopher Paul Curtis

I'm sure there's some philosophy that says one of the best ways to deal with any of your problems is to take a deep breath and step away from them for a while, writing does this for me.

There's a thin, blurry line between humor and tragedy.

Besides the soothing effect it has, I think my favorite part of writing is being able to use my imagination and creativity to make new ideas and people and situations come to life.

As the writer you are the puppet-master and can control everything. Believe me, that is a whole lot of fun because it ain't something that's going to be happening very often in real life!

Just like when there's a time that a smart person knows enough is enough, there's a time when you know you've got to fight.

A bud is a flower-to-be. A flower in waiting. Waiting for just the right warmth and care to open up. It's a little fist of love waiting to unfold and be seen by the world. And that's you.

I write because I love to. I'm very, very fortunate to have found something that I love doing that also earns my living. But to be honest, I'd write even if I weren't being paid to.

Write for the love of writing and you can't go wrong.

Wow. Who would want a fish for a pet when they could have a turtle?!

There was going to be a battle something like if Godzilla met King Kong, or if Frankenstein met Dracula, or like when champion wrestler Bobo Brazil meets the Sheik!

station and said, "Yup, there's the gasoline filling station.

If you didn't have a real good imagination you'd probably think those noises were the sounds of some kid blowing a horn for the first time, but I knew better than that. I could tell those were the squeaks and squawks of one door closing and another one opening.

There comes a time when you're losing a fight and it just doesn't make sense to keep on fighting. It's not that you're bring a quitter, it's just that you've got the sense to know when enough is enough.

The floor went completely black when Mr. Amos pulled the door shut. I couldn't see it now, but I'd rememorized the exact shape the stain was in. The padlock snapped shut with the loudest click I'd ever heard.

God is great, God is good, Let us thank him For our food. Amen.

Dad was in the United Auto Workers at work so seniority was real important in our house.

My dinosaurs weren't even in their graves for three hours before someone rolled their rocks away. Maybe it was a lot easier for a bunch of angels to get a million dinosaurs to heaven than it was to get the saver of the whole world there, but I wished they'd given me a couple more hours.

Shucks, this is one of the bad things about talking to librarians, I asked one question and already she has us digging through three different books.

It's 1936, in Flint, Michigan. Times are hard. Ten-year-old Bud is a motherless boy on the run, and his momma never told him who his father was. But she left a clue: posters of Herman

His chin looked as though a farsighted person had attempted to sew two thickly cut pieces of bacon together in a dark room.

When I left her office, I felt like she'd gut-punched me, brushed me off, slapped me back and forth, gave me a cool compress to put on my cheeks, cold-cocked me with a stiff uppercut to the jaw, picked me up, brushed me off again, then kicked me in the seat of my pants as she handed me a piece of cake and showed me the door. Being a reporter isn't as easy as it looks.

It's times like this when someone is talking to you like you are a grown-up that you have to be careful not to pick your nose or dig your drawers out of your butt.

GTis not a tree in heaven higher than the tree of patience

Once Zoopy started woofing you never knew when he'd stop. Agent One screamed, "It's alive! I thought it was a car!