I am a fan of magic and fantasy, particularly when it's grounded in reality.

He reads histories and mythologies and fairy tales, wondering why it seems that only girls are ever swept away from their mundane lives on farms by knights or princes or wolves. It strikes him as unfair to not have the same fanciful opportunity himself. And he is not in the position to do any rescuing of his own.

Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.

If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.

I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.

Everything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.

I don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.