I was not so old that I would deny my own senses.

They could not truly look dead, because they did not ever look alive.

Don't worry about trying to develop a style. Style is what you can't help doing. If you write enough, you draw enough, you'll have a style, whether you want it or not. Don't worry about whether you're "commercial". Tell your own stories, draw your own pictures. Let other people follow you.

She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why.

It's always too late for sorries, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

I think I love my dreaming process because one of the things that my dreaming process does is sort out stories for me.