I have a little tiny Emily Dickinson so big that I carry in my pocket everywhere. And you just read three poems of Emily. She is so brave. She is so strong. She is such a sexy, passionate, little woman. I feel better.

Kids never get pissed at their parents. Unheard of.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

I never thought of Bumble-Ardy in that way. But I still have that same deep feeling for children who are in dire trouble. I see Bumble-Ardy as a lonely, unhappy kid who is doing the very best he can to be in the world, to have a party.

We all want to be renewed, don't we?

Oh, please don't go — we'll eat you up — we love you so!

Why is my needle stuck in childhood? I don't know why. I guess it's because that's where my heart is.