It's a troublesome world. All the people who are in it are troubled with troubles almost every minute. You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot, for the places and people you're lucky you're not.

I tend to basically exaggerate in life, and in writing, it's fine to exaggerate. I really enjoy overstating for the purpose of getting a laugh. For another thing, writing is easier than digging ditches. Well, actually, that's an exaggeration. It isn't.

It all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn't be there at all.

Oh, the things you can find if you don't stay behind!

Thank goodness for all the things you are not, thank goodness you're not something someone forgot, and left all alone in some punkerish place, like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space.

I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.

Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. Oh! The places you'll go!