You don’t know the meaning of moderation, do you, my darling? A happy medium is something I wonder if you’ll ever learn.

I am also four, and twelve, and fifteen, and twenty-three, and thirty-one, and forty-five and . . . and . . . and . . .

If I have something I want to say that is too difficult for adults to swallow, then I will write it in a book for children.

The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

I believe that each work of art, whether it is a work of great genius, or something very small, comes to the artist and says, "Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me."

Artistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground, a dark angel of destruction and a bright angel of creativity wrestling.