I get all my ideas in Switzerland near the Forka Pass. There is a little town called Gletch, and two thousand feet up above Gletch there is a smaller hamlet called Über Gletch. I go there on the fourth of August every summer to get my cuckoo clock fixed. While the cuckoo is in the hospital, I wander around and talk to the people in the streets. They are very strange people, and I get my ideas from them.

I box in yellow Gox box socks.

There's no limit to how much you'll know, depending how far beyond zebra you go.

They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!

Preachers in pulpits talked about what a great message is in the book. No matter what you do, somebody always imputes meaning into your books.

The words in this book are all phooey. When you say them, your lips will make slips and back flips and your tongue may end up in Saint Looey!

Oh, the places you will go.