The thing about imagination is that by the very act of putting it down, there must be some truth in one's own imagination.

Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word.

Children are very cruel, yes. Of course. Children are extraordinarily cruel little creatures.

God, I'm such a lazy writer - I can't even think up new names.

I was given talent, and if you are given it, it is your obligation to use it.

You just don't know writers. They'll use anything, anybody. They'll eat their young.

Children can write poetry and then, unless they're poets, they stop when reach puberty.