I was not scared, though, and I could not have told you why I was not scared. I trusted Lettie, just as I had trusted her when we had gone in search of the flapping thing beneath the orange sky. I bel...
I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the mo...
I toyed briefly with an image someone once mentioned to me, of a village in the shadow of a twin-peaked mountain. In the morning the sun rises. At lunch it sets behind the mountain. In the early after...
I thought about moving south, about continuing to run, continuing to pretend I was alive. But it was, I knew now, much too late for that. There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, a...
I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
I suppose the point you grow up is the point you let the dreams go.
I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.
I remember my own childhood vividly … I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them.’ Maurice Sendak,
I remember my own childhood vividly . . . I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them. MAURICE SENDAK, IN CONVERSATION WITH ART SPIEGELMAN,THE NEW YORKER,...
I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.
I loved all books that I could read, and I never knew if I was ready for one until I tried to read it, so I tried to read everything.
I love dreams. I know enough about them to know that dream logic is no story logic, and that you can rarely bring a dream back as a tale: it will have transformed from gold into leaves. from silk to c...
I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children stories. They were better than than that. They just were. Adult stories never made sense, and they were slow to start. They made me...
I have a feeling,’ he said, ‘I have a feeling that we were meant to be together. That we have fought the good fight, side by side, in the past or in the future, I do not know. I am a rational man, but...
I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that...
I am still not talking to you, said Liza Hempstock’s voice, proud as a peacock and pert as a sparrow. Actually, you are. I mean, we’re talking right now. Only during this emergency. After that, not a...
Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.
How you want your coffee? she asked her guests. Here we take it black as night, sweet as sin.