Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.
I'm from a time and place where bigheadedness was a really savage crime, and you'd get cut down for it by your peers and parents.
Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.
Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
I can write pretty much anywhere.
The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.