What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

Its always been the case that politicians want different things from children than good educators do. Good educators want imaginative, exploratory beings, but politicians just want economic units.

My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.

We have each other, and our stories twist and mingle like the twisting currents of a river. We hold each other tight as we spin and lurch across our lives. There are moments of great joy and magic. The most astounding things can lie waiting as each day dawns, as each page turns.

Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else.

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.