If It Can Be Dreamed, It Can

Actually, If You Could See Close In My Eyes, The American Flag Is Waving In Both Of Them And Up My Spine Is Growing This Red, White And Blue Stripe.

I Don't Know If It's Art, But I Know I Like It.

Too Many People Grow Up. That's The Real Trouble With The World, Too Many People Grow Up. They Forget. They Don't Remember What It's Like To Be 12 Years Old. They Patronize, They Treat Children As Inferiors. Well, I Won't Do That.

I Can Never Stand Still. I Must Explore And Experiment. I Am Never Satisfied With My Work. I Resent The Limitations Of My Own Imagination.

Over At Our Place, We’re Sure Of Just One Thing: Everybody In The World Was Once A Child. So In Planning A New Picture, We Don’t Think Of Grown-ups, And We Don’t Think Of Children. But Just Of That Fine, Clean, Unspoiled Spot Down Deep In Every One Of Us, That Maybe The World Has Made Us Forget.