He realized now that a lot of the problem had been his own mind, which was usually moving at a speed ten or twenty times that of his classmates. They had thought him strange, weird, or even suicidal, depending on the escapade in question, but maybe it had been a simple case of mental overdrive-if anything about being in constant mental overdrive was simple. Anyway, it was the sort of thing you got under control after a while-you got it under control or you found outlets for it.

A lot of fairy tales are thinly disguised hostility raps against parents. Kids know that they can't make it on their own, that if they were left alone, they would die.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

It's hard enough for a person to keep their own socks pulled up, let alone someone else's.

Art should be a place of hope.

I can't see the future, but it's grim. The depletion of resources - we're living in this dine-and-dash economy.

I wanted to write a balls-to-the-wall supernatural horror story, something I haven't done in a long time.