As human beings, the closest we can get to truth is through story.

The creative impulse can be killed, but it cannot be taught. What a teacher can do... in working with children, is to give the flame enough oxygen so that it can burn. As far as I'm concerned, this providing of oxygen is one of the noblest of all vocations.

If you're too happy about anything, fate usually gives you a good sock in the jaw and knocks you down.

You're going to get hurt yourself, and badly, if you take everything so hard.

The concentration of a small child at play is analogous to the concentration of the artist of any discipline. In real play, which is real concentration, the child is not only outside time, he is outside himself.

In my dreams, I never have an age.

Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.