And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!

I know that if there’s a purpose for life, it was for me to hear Mozart.

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

There's something in this country that is so opposed to understanding the complexity of children.

One of the few graces of getting old - and God knows there are few graces - is that if you've worked hard and kept your nose to the grindstone, something happens: The body gets old but the creative mechanism is refreshed, smoothed and oiled and honed. That is the grace. That is what's happening to me.

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

Inside all of us is... hope. Inside all of us is... fear. Inside all of us is... adventure. Inside all of us is a wild thing.