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.

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

We've taught you that the earth is round, That red and white make pink, And something else that matters more - We've taught you how to think.

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

If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good.

In the places I go there are things that I see that I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.

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.