I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.

Look at life through the wrong end of the telescope.

And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!

If I were invited to a dinner party with my characters, I wouldn't show up.

How did it get so late so soon?

A kid is a guy I never wrote down to. He's interested in what I say if I make it interesting.

Think they work you too hard? Think of poor Ali Sard. He has to mow grass in his uncle's backyard and its quick growing grass and it grows as he mows it the faster he mows it the faster he grows it. And all that his stingy old uncle will pay for his shoving mower around the hay is piffulous pay of two dooklas a day. And Ali can't live on such piffulous pay!