I never can satisfy some need in me to achieve something of incredible hight. For my sake. It puzzles me deeply. And it sours my life. So there is a permanent dissatisfaction.

When you hide another story in a story, that’s the story I am telling the children.

Because love is so enormous, the only thing you can think of doing is swallowing the person that you love entirely.

I remember my own childhood vividly...I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them

I've always loved pigs: the shape of them, the look of them, and the fact that they are so intelligent.

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

Bumble-Ardy is a very wicked little child as far as I'm concerned. He's not to be trusted.