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

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

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.

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

There must be more to life than having everything.

Children surviving childhood is my obsessive theme and my life's concern.

I think people should be given a test much like driver's tests as to whether they're capable of being parents! It's an art form. I talk a lot. And I think a lot. And I draw a lot. But never in a million years would I have been a parent. That's just work that's too hard.