Don't Gobblefunk Around With Words.

There Is No Place I Know That Compares To Pure Imagination.

The Witching Hour, Somebody Had Once Whispered To Her, Was A Special Moment In The Middle Of The Night When Every Child And Every Grown-up Was In A Deep Deep Sleep, And All The Dark Things Came Out From Hiding And Had The World All To Themselves.

The Greatest Secrets Are Always Hidden In The Most Unlikely Places.

Whipped Cream Isn't Whipped Cream At All If It Hasnt Been Whipped With Whips, Just Like Poached Eggs Isn't Poached Eggs Unless It's Been Stolen In The Dead Of The Night.

The Writer Has To Force Himself To Work. He Has To Make His Own Hours And If He Doesn't Go To His Desk At All There Is Nobody To Scold Him.