So one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.

Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?

Some truths are expressed best in the form of myth.

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

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

I grew up feeling like a weirdo like many kids do. But I was lucky to find my own home for peculiar children. I went to a school for the gifted in Florida, and it was full of kids who - we were all strange together. And that was a real blessing.

I own a few thousand snapshots, which is small by the standards of most collectors I know. I generally only buy photos I think I may actually be able to use in a book one day. I need that focus when buying, because without it I'd just buy everything and my house would be overrun with bucket loads of snapshots; there are just too many beautiful images in the world, and I'd need to own them all.