Everything We Can Imagine Becomes Real.

Weddings Seem To Be Magnets For Mishap And For Whatever Craziness Lurks In Family Closets. In More Ways Than One, Weddings Bring Out The Ding-dong On Everybody Involved.

Maybe We Should Develop A Crayola Bomb As Our Next Secret Weapon. A Happiness Weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And Every Time A Crisis Developed, We Would Launch One. And People Would Smile And Get A Little Funny Look On Their Faces And Cover The World With Imagination.

Everything We Can Imagine Becomes Real.

All Of These Are Names Given Me By Other People, But Not Names I Would Have Given Myself. My Name Is Not Mine, It's Theirs. It's A Series Of Costumes Put On My Life By Other People.

I Believe That Imagination Is Stronger Than Knowledge. That Myth Is More Potent Than History. That Dreams Are More Powerful Than Facts. That Hope Always Triumphs Over Experience. That Laughter Is The Only Cure For Grief. And I Believe That Love Is Stronger Than Death.