Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

What are you? I whispered. He shrugged again. Something, he said. Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel. He laughed. Something like that.

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.

This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light.

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Its always been the case that politicians want different things from children than good educators do. Good educators want imaginative, exploratory beings, but politicians just want economic units.

My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.

Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else.

Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can’t know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.