Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.

I thought, I'm going to die. And, thinking that, I was determined to live.

If you were to try and pick him out of a group of boys, you’d be wrong. He’d be the other one. Over at the side. The one your eye slipped over.

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

I was a book-y child. I was much more book-y than dark.

People can get involved in wonderfully creative ways that have nothing to do with you, but spark off things you begin with.

Gods, religions and national boundaries are absolutely imaginary. They don't tend to exist. As soon as you pull back half a mile and look down at the Earth there are no national boundaries. There aren't even national boundaries when you get down and walk around. They're just imaginary lines we draw on maps. I just get fascinated by people who assume that things that are imaginary have no relevance to their lives.