Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future.

With 'Stardust', I hope what I was doing is giving 30-year-olds and 40-year-olds and 25-year-olds and 60-year-olds a chance to get the same sense of wonder, the same feeling, the same magic, that they got in reading the classic fairy tales as children.

All your tomorrows start here.

Sometimes I wish that just solving the plot problems was enough. And then elves would go and do all the actual work moving the words around.

I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art fumes?) No, I just make stuff up. It's easier that way.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.

Identity can be so gelatinous sometimes.