Suddenly he stops. He looks up. For, lo, there she stands. The girl of his dreams. Who she is or whence she came, he knows not, nor does he care for his heart tells him that here, here is the maid predestined to be his bride.

Whether you say you can't or you can, you're right.

Whatever we accomplish is due to the combined effort.

Have confidence in your ability to do it right, and work hard to do the best possible job.

Well, at least you have led us to the small mailman and the one who smells of prunes." - "UP

I never called my work an 'art'. It's part of show business, the business of building entertainment.

My imagination creates my reality.