Everything you can imagine is real.

Beware of artists. They mix with all classes of society and are therefore the most dangerous.

But in my dreams began to creep that old familiar tweet tweet tweet

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.

It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.