I'm getting old. And I'm disappointed in everything just the way old people traditionally, boringly are. That bothers me because is it too traditional? Am I not fighting hard enough? I don't feel the fight. I don't feel it.

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

We're animals. We're violent. We're criminal. And if I've done anything, I've had kids express themselves as they are.

All I wanted was to be straight so my parents could be happy. They never, never, never knew.

I did not know how to paint a mural. I did not know how to prepare the surface. There was nobody from the Renaissance around who could advise me, and I did the best I could.

Parents shouldn't assume children are made out of sugar candy and will break and collapse instantly. Kids don't. We do.

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