We've educated children to think spontaneity is inappropriate.

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

I have been doodling with ink and watercolor on paper all my life. It's my way of stirring up my imagination to see what I find hidden in my head. I call the results dream pictures, fantasy sketches, and even brain-sharpenin g exercises.

Kids tell you what they think, not what they think they should think.

I'd like to believe an accumulation of experience has made me a sort of a grown-up person, so I can have judgment and taste and whatever.

It's only adults who read the top layers most of the time. I think children read the internal meanings of everything.

I want to write something so simple, so short and so silly... and I want it to be for my brother.