I don't want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I'll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it's possible to be. I'm growing and I don't know how to grow. I'm living but I haven't started living yet.

When you grow up", I said, "do you ever stop feeling little and weak?" "No," she says. "There's always a little frail and tiny thing inside, no matter how grown-up you are.

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

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

The dead are often known to eat 27 and 53

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