Boredom flourishes too, when you feel safe. It's a symptom of security.

Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious.

It isn't what people think that is important, but the reason they think what they think.

I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.

It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.

I've always been suspicious of collective truths.

I have always considered imaginative truth to be more profound, more loaded with significance, than every day reality... Everything we dream about, and by that I mean everything we desire, is true (the myth of Icarus came before aviation, and if Ader or Bleriot started flying it is because all men have dreamed of flight). There is nothing truer than myth... Reality does not have to be: it is simply what is.