Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

A typical National World Weekly would tell the world how Jesus' face was seen on a Big Mac bun bought by someone from Des Moines, with an artist's impression of the bun; how Elvis Presley was recently sighted working in a Burger Lord in Des Moines; how listening to Elvis records cured a Des Moines housewife's cancer; how the spate of werewolves infesting the Midwest are the offspring of noble pioneer women raped by Bigfoot; and that Elvis was taken by Space Aliens in 1976 because he was too good for this world. Remarkably, one of these stories is indeed true.

Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. Bees are fiercely protective of their hive, provided you are outside it. Once you’re in, the workers sort of assume that it must have been cleared by management and take no notice; various freeloading insects have evolved a mellifluous existence because of this very fact. Humans act the same way.

It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.

One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one].

It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.