The fan mail I get from kids are asking me questions which they do not ask their mothers and fathers. Because if they had, why write to me, a perfect stranger?

I think that if in your heart, you are seeking out a real puzzle, and you're not looking to frighten anybody, you're not looking to upset anybody, and you're looking to discuss a subject that you yourself went through when you were nine - you just don't remember the difficulties of one's own childhood.

Thank God that Bumble-Ardy's parents are dead so we don't have to wonder what they did to him. We only know that they were famous, and famous people have unhappy children for the most part. They don't have the time to take care of them. So he's a troubled pig-boy, a kid you've got to watch.

I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.

I'm not jaded. I never have been jaded. I've always been surprised at my success. I've always enjoyed it.

My brother, who was older, was the gifted one, much more talented than I.

I really don't like the city anymore. You get pushed and harassed and people grope you. It's too tumultuous. It's too crazy.