writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.

I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

Most people see what they want to, or at least what they expect to.

Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages.( Elf the tiny kitten Mungo tormented )

We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.

Children can ask what adults don't dare to because we don't want to admit we're scared and we don't really want to hear the answers.

Talking's just a nervous habit.