I Believe In Dancing.

Once You Know Where The Roller Coaster Is Going, Are You In For The Ride?

Wherever And However Any One Of Us May Be Conceived, It Is The Same. We Come Into Being In The Arms Of God.

A Giraffe Has A Black Tongue Twenty-seven Inches Long And No Vocal Cords. A Giraffe Has Nothing To Say. He Just Goes On Giraffing.

I Know What I Really Want For Christmas. I Want My Childhood Back. Nobody Is Going To Give Me That. I Might Give At Least The Memory Of It To Myself If I Try. I Know It Doesn't Make Sense, But Since When Is Christmas About Sense, Anyway? It Is About A Child, Of Long Ago And Far Away, And It Is About The Child Of Now. In You And Me. Waiting Behind The Door Of Or Hearts For Something Wonderful To Happen. A Child Who Is Impractical, Unrealistic, Simpleminded And Terribly Vulnerable To Joy.

I Believe In Dancing.