I believe there is no part of our lives, our adult as well as child life, when we're not fantasizing, but we prefer to relegate fantasy to children, as though it were some tomfoolery only fit for the immature minds of the young. Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.

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.

I don't know how to write a children's book.

Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.

As a kid, all I thought about was death. But you can't tell your parents that.

There's so much more to a book than just the reading.

I want to see me to the end working, living for myself. Ripeness is all.