I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.
Maybe it was better, now and then, to wonder.
Your tribe is out there, you just have to find them.
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.
Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?
When you're writing, at least when I'm writing, I don't think about themes and I try not to sermonize with any particular message.