When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.

Tobias asked. "Weird? Weird?" Marco crowed. "The talking bird wants to know if getting information on the location of an alien from a whale, that you've just saved from sharks, by turning into dolphins . . . You're suggesting that's weird?

Battles that involve oatmeal are just never going to end up being historic, you know?" Jake went on. "Gettysburg? No major oatmeal involvement. The Battle of Midway? Neither side used oatmeal. Desert Storm? No oatmeal.

And that's how we ended up discovering the evil horses that threatened all of humanity.

I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?

Everything ends eventually. I guess that's what makes summer so intense, this feeling that it lasts for only a a short while and then it's back to reality.