See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.

And what is 'art'? - a firestorm rushing through Time, arising from no visible source and conforming to no principles of logic or causality.

I turn down invitations to do things for money. I have almost no interest in making money. Actually, I've acquired a fair amount of money that I will never live to spend. So earning money, in a way, depresses me, because I feel it's just piling up.

The danger of motherhood. you relive your early self, through the eyes of your mother.

I learned long ago that being Lewis Carroll was infinitely more exciting than being Alice.

It's where we go, and what we do when we get there, that tells us who we really are.