Wonder Is The Salt Of The Earth.

I Don't Grow Up. In Me Is The Small Child Of My Early Days.

I Might Be In The Basement. I'll Go Upstairs And Check. We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order. I Don't Use Drugs; My Dreams Are Frightening Enough.

Wonder Is The Salt Of The Earth.

He Who Wonders Discovers That This In Itself Is Wonder.

Hands, Are The Most Honest Part Of The Human Body, They Cannot Lie As Laughing Eyes And The Mouth Can.