You may be a lady but you are still the man!

What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.

I think of images as an immune system and a transit system.

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad its there. The real joy is knowing that if you felt the trouble in the story, your kingdom isnt dead.

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!