All ideas come about through some sort of observation. It sparks an attitude; some object or emotion causes a reaction in the other person.

Camelot is a silly place.

She turned me into a newt. ... But I got better.

McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time...

At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before.

WHAT is your name? WHAT is your quest? and WHAT is your favorite color?

Oh Lord please don't burn us don't kill or toast your flock. Don't put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock. Don't bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok.