Flying helicopters is what I do for fun.

I heard someone say that it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to get into heaven. I decided to sculpt camels in a needle.

As a kid, I lived in a fantasy world. I used to believe ants could talk. Not once did they say thank you.

At home, when the heating pipes made noises, I imagined a tiny person was in there skipping with a rope. The fantasy world of tiny things became my escape.

My teacher said my brain was the size of a pea. He made my life miserable by singling me out in the classroom as a failure.

The microscopic world became my obsession.