And he didn't really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don't you?

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.

I myself do not believe in explaining anything.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

I would hope that people, no matter what age, would find something to identify with in my books, pick one up and experience a personal sense of discovery. That's great. But for them, not for me.

INVISIBLE BOY And here we see the invisible boy In his lovely invisible house, Feeding a piece of invisible cheese To a little invisible mouse. Oh, what a beautiful picture to see! Will you draw an invisible picture for me?