You don't realize what you're going to get, and you can't prepare yourself for it.

Miracles and magic pervade the things that I've written, but yet there are no miracles and there is no magic.

The closest I can get to describing what happens is that voices come to me. I feel like I'm accessing something that is deeper and richer than me.

It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.

I always wanted to be a character, when I worked at Disney, but I wasn't short enough for certain characters and I wasn't tall enough for others. I wanted to be a chipmunk; I think 4'10" was the cutoff.

Farewell” is not the word that you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by 2 oversize mice in black hoods. Words that you would like to hear are “Take me instead, I will go to the dungeon in my sons place.” There is a great deal of comfort in those words.

You are the ever-expanding universe to me