I Had A Brother Who Was My

When Mozart Is Playing In My Room, I Am In Conjunction With Something I Can't Explain... I Don't Need To. I Know That If There's A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart.

I’m Not Hans Christian Andersen. Nobody’s Gonna Make A Statue In The Park With A Lot Of Scrambling Kids Climbing Up Me. I Won’t Have It, Okay?

A Book Is Really Like A Lover. It Arranges Itself In Your Life In A Way That Is Beautiful.

The Magic Of Childhood Is The Strangeness Of Childhood — The Uniqueness That Makes Us See Things That Other People Don't See.

I Feel It In Me Like A Woman Having A Baby, All That Life Churning Inside Me. I Feel It Every Day; It Moves, Stretches, Yawns. It's Getting Ready To Be Born. It Knows Exactly What It Is.