I want to be free again. I want to be free like when I was a kid, working with my brother and making toy airplanes and a whole model of the World's Fair in 1939 out of wax.

We've educated children to think spontaneity is inappropriate.

We're animals. We're violent. We're criminal. And if I've done anything, I've had kids express themselves as they are.

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

And it's one of the sexiest things you will ever read of how slow you should take the peach. Don't rush it.

We're animals. We're violent. We're criminal. We're not so far away from the gorillas and the apes, those beautiful creatures.

I feel it in me like a woman having a baby, all that life churning inside me. I feel it every day; it moves, stretches, yawns. It's getting ready to be born. It knows exactly what it is.