To me, intolerance leads down a dreadful path that the world sometimes seems to be going to.

Once you step onto the fairy path, it's almost like there's no way off. You have to keep going.

Not all meanings are meant to be clear at once. Some ideas take time. Some words are designed to lead us on inner journeys, with truth hidden deep inside them.

For me drawing is an attempt to understand what I feel about the world I live in.

Perhaps all women are part faerie, for what woman can deny her faerie blood when the portals to her own land are open; when the full moon sings its insistent song; when sorrow and passion and rage pulse through her body at moon times. This is why women are the chosen ones of Faerie, pat of the vibrant, fluid, emotional soul of the world.

I started studying as an artist, but I got fed up with the fact that you can paint terrible pictures and if you explain them in an erudite way it's called great art. I thought this was rubbish.

Fairies are becoming much more popular. I see fairyland as this big sea, and the tide is sometimes out.