I think you have to accept that an artist also has a relationship with his or her art and his or her fans: you are in an open relationship whether you like it or not. Give the artist room to go into the place they create (literally or metaphorically) . And love them when they can't remember where they put their keys.

Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.

Life - and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison - is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

For me, closing libraries is the equivalent of eating your seed corn to save a little money.

Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.