M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises.

Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.

She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.

According to my daughters, my most irritating habit is asking for cups of tea.

Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

For me, I would rather read a good book, from a contented author. I don't really care what it takes to produce that.