What Is An Idea Made Of? Of

The Groove Is So Mysterious. We're Born With It And We Lose It And The World Seems To Split Apart Before Our Eyes Into Stupid And Cool. When We Get It Back, The World Unifies Around Us, And Both Stupid And Cool Fall Away. I Am Grateful To Those Who Are Keepers Of The Groove. The Babies And The Grandmas Who Hang On To It And Help Us Remember When We Forget That Any Kind Of Dancing Is Better Than No Dancing At All.

It Is True That I Am A Person With Black Pockets Of Evil And Hatred In My Heart. There Are Underground Places Inside Of Me

I Was Unable To Sleep And I Would Stay Up And Draw These Little Cartoons. Then A Friend Showed Them Around. Before I Knew It I Was A Cartoonist.

Playing And Fun Are Not The Same Thing, Though When We Grow Up We May Forget That And Find Ourselves Mixing Up Playing With Happiness. There Can Be A Kind Of Amnesia About The Seriousness Of Playing, Especially When We Played By Ourselves.

I Am About As Detailed As A Shadow.