I never remember nice dreams; only the bad ones stick.

But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around-they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don't recognize them for what they are until it's too late.

I had been writing since I was pretty small, and I've always been telling these stories about doors and finding other worlds within our own.

Laughing doesn't make bad things worse any more than crying makes them better. It doesn't mean you don't care, or that you've forgotten. It just means you're human.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

Fifty-percent of the director's job honestly is casting the movie well.

I'm no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I'm pretty sure that's flirting