I learned there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some from behind.

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.

I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

It is better to know how to learn than to know.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.