“In my world, everyone’s a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies!”

You are you. Now, isn’t that pleasant?

Fiction is my addiction

It’s not about what it is, it’s about what it can become.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

You have to be odd to be number one.

You have to be a speedy reader because there’s so so much to read.

So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!

People are weird. When we find someone with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.

I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I’ve bought a big bat. I’m all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!

Read. Travel. Read. Ask. Read. Learn. Read. Connect. Read.

I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny, but we can have lots of good fun that is funny.

I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.

So be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact. And remember that life’s A Great Balancing Act.

You aren’t a caterpillar but a steel sheilded butterfly so roam freely outside your cocoon.

What a caterpillar calls the end of the world we call a butterfly.

Butterfly growth from caterpillar, the time has gone, thing change & good thing will happen. 

I just woke up and found a large butterfly on me. When did that happen?

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.