She Had Blue Skin, And So Did

My Skin Is Kind Of Sort Of Brownish Pinkish Yellowish White. My Eyes Are Greyish Blueish Green, But I'm Told They Look Orange In The Night. My Hair Is Reddish Blondish Brown, But Its Silver When Its Wet, And All The Colors I Am Inside Have Not Been Invented Yet.

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

I Myself Do Not Believe In Explaining Anything.

To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do Something, Not To Not Do Something.

It's Always A Nice Feeling, Having People Think That You Feel Things Much Deeper Than You're Allowed To Say, But This Isn't True. If You Want To Find Out What A Writer Or A Cartoonist Really Feels, Look At His Work. That's Enough.