We're supposed to be civilized. We're supposed to go to work every day. We're supposed to be nice to our friends and send Christmas cards to our parents.

Venturing back further, learning is so slow. Accomplishment is so slow. Experiencing and evaluating your experience is so slow.

I stress character, character, character.

The magic of childhood is the strangeness of childhood — the uniqueness that makes us see things that other people don't see.

I know there are supposedly happy people in this world. I never believed it, but I take it for granted. God knows, they're all on television.

I refuse to cater to the bullshit of innocence.

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.