All of my books are based in some way on my personal experiences, or the experiences of members of my family, or the stories kids would tell me in school.
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.
Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.
In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.
Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
I try to always go for something. . . very interior, following thoughts and memories, something that I think is difficult to do on the screen, which is essentially a third-person medium.
Bilbo lay with his eyes shut, gasping an taking pleasure in the feel of the fresh air again, and hardly noticing the excitement of the dwarves, or how they praised him and patted him on the back and put themseves and all their families for generations to come at his service.
I don't know how to make magic. For most songwriter's that has only happened once or twice, and I don't know how to re-create that. I know that there are some tricks and tools, but the magic is the amazing part.
You will find scraps of paper all over the house when I am designing a new woodcut and woe betide the person who touches one of the scraps. When I have the exact design in my mind, I set the model up, pots and flowers, leaves and background, and begin work.