If life is so critical, if Anne Frank could die, if my friend could die, children were as vulnerable as adults, and that gave me a secret purpose to my work, to make them live. Because I wanted to live. I wanted to grow up.
Mothers and children are human beings, and they will sometimes do the wrong thing.
I'm scared of watching a TV show about vampires. I can't fall asleep.
I have this idiot name tag which says 'controversial.'
I'm not Hans Christian Anderson. Nobody's gonna make a statue in the park with a lot of scrambling kids climbing up me. I won't have it, okay?
Kids are so shrewd.
