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.

Your tribe is out there, you just have to find them.

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.

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.

Some truths are expressed best in the form of myth.

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.

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