At night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there. It tells me stories, it invents and makes up things that don't make sense. I do not know why it does this stuff. The real world seems quite weird enough.

It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.

Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before.

I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you..." "You cannot roll with me," said the Big O, "but perhaps you can roll by yourself.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

It was missing a piece. And it was not happy. So it set off in search of its missing piece. And as it rolled it sang this song - "Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go, Lookin' for my missin' piece.

Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.