I get to do for a living what I did as a child for fun, and that's pretty cool.

The web is my unconscious but it's also a wish -- a fantasy of what my own creativity might look like if I weren't constantly impeding its flow.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

It was a vicious cycle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure

It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.