All I Ever Wanted To Do Is

One Of The Things I'm Trying To Do Over And Over Again In My Books Is Create New Mythologies, Create New Ways To Understand The Complexity Of The World. I Think What Mythology Does Is Impress Upon Chaotic Experience The Patterns, Hierarchies And Shapes Which Allow Us To Interpret The Chaos And Make Fresh Sense Of It.

My Imagination Is My Polestar; I Steer By That.

Maybe The Man Had Taken The Wrong Turning, But At Least He'd Travelled Some Extraordinary Roads.

I Was A Weird Little Kid. I Was Very Irritable, Bored, Frustrated. I Felt My Imagination Bubbling Inside My Head Without Having Any Way To Express Itself. Given A Crayon And Paper, I Would Not Draw A Train Or A House. I Would Draw These Monsters, Beasts And Demons.

And In Time It Will Be As Though Men Had Never Come To This Perfect Corner Of The World-never Called It Paradise On Earth, Never Despoiled It With Their Dream Factories; And In The Golden Hush Of The Afternoon All That Will Be Heard Will Be The Flittering Of Dragonflies, And The Murmur Of Hummingbirds As They Pass From Bower To Bower, Looking For A Place To Sup Sweetness.