I just have a relationship with my imagination. It's like my friend, almost.
I was an only child, eventually.
How come Superman could stop bullets with his chest, but always ducked when someone threw a gun at him?
Why is the third hand on a watch called a second hand?
I thought I would be a guy on the radio.
The other day I went to a tourist information booth and asked, 'Tell me about some of the people who were here last year.