"There’s an ancient saying in Japan, that life is like walking from one side of infinite darkness to another, on a bridge of dreams. They say that we’re all crossing the bridge of dreams together. That there’s nothing more than that. Just us, on the bridge of dreams."
Happy Birthday, R.L. Stine, born 8 October 1943
- I’ve had a very sheltered life. What can happen to you if you stay home writing all day?
- The original Pinocchio is terrifying … He goes to sleep with his feet on the stove and burns his feet off!
- Read. Read. Read. Just don’t read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different styles.
- If you do enough planning before you start to write, there’s no way you can have writer’s block. I do a complete chapter by chapter outline.
- Kids think you just sit down and start writing. I always tell them you never do that.
- I have a cheat-sheet for each one of my characters about their personality, the way they look, etc.
- People always ask, ‘How do you write so many books?’ And I say, I work a lot. I work six or seven days a week.
- I read everywhere. I read every day. I read on the couch with my dog in the afternoon and at night. I try to read at least two to three hours a day. I read only fiction.
- I used to get a haircut every Saturday so I would never miss any of the comic books. I had practically no hair when I was a kid!
- When I was 13, for my bar mitzvah I received my first typewriter. And that was special.
Stine is an American writer, who is sometimes called the Stephen King of children’s literature. His hundreds of horror fiction novels include the Goosebumps series. R. L. Stine’s books have sold over 400 million copies.
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"What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first… it’s amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood."