Oh the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all.

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.

Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.

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

Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.

The storm starts, when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!