In ten years time I’ll be… (dead) sixty.

I've been inspired by dreams - I've even stolen scenes or images or characters from them.

Entropy and optimism: the twin forces that make the world go around.

I suppose the point you grow up is the point you let the dreams go.

My parents would frisk me before family events. Before weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs, and what have you. Because if they didn't, then the book would be hidden inside some pocket or other and as soon as whatever it was got under way I'd be found in a corner. That was who I was...that was what I did. I was the kid with the book.

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

I watch with envious eyes and mind, the single-souled who dare not feel The wind that blows beyond the moon, who do not hear the fairy reel