..and Only Sticks And Stones Can Break

Prime Numbers Are What Is Left When You Have Taken All The Patterns Away. I Think Prime Numbers Are Like Life. They Are Very Logical But You Could Never Work Out The Rules, Even If You Spent All Your Time Thinking About Them.

I Do Not Like Strangers Because I Do Not Like People I Have Never Met Before. They Are Hard To Understand.

He Was Asking Too Many Questions And He Was Asking Them Too Quickly. They Were Stacking Up In My Head Like Loaves In The Factory Where Uncle Terry Works. The Factory Is A Bakery And He Operates The Slicing Machines. And Sometimes A Slicer Is Not Working Fast Enough But The Bread Keeps Coming And There Is A Blockage. I Sometimes Think Of My Mind As A Machine, But Not Always As A Bread-slicing Machine. It Makes It Easier To Explain To Other People What Is Going On Inside It.

I Knew There Was A Story; Once You Find A Dog With A Fork Through It, You Know There's A Story There.

I Like Having My Back Pressed Against A Wall And Being Made To Work Harder So I Don't Embarrass Myself.