When I'm 70 I might be a man in a park just wandering around, speaking in tongues with kids throwing bread at me.

People said, ‘You must be mad, or on drugs,’ which I found a bit disappointing. What about imagination? It reflects our time that people sooner assume you’re on drugs or mad, rather than free.

No means yes in grasshopper language.

Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.

It's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a poncho!

All my friends got dogs and cats for Christmas, and I got a starfish called Roy. I used to take him down to the park on a lead.

Never try and go on a solo mission on your own.

I've had a really weird day, some joker threw bamboo in the penguin enclosure. They all vaulted out. It was a nightmare, it took me all morning to get them back in.

I don't really like jokes in a way. I mean gags are fine but I like weird moments where what you have isn't really a joke, just tiny moments.

I've got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved.

You know the black bits in bananas? Are they tarantulas' eggs?

Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.

Maybe you just never knew what it was like to want something you couldn't have before

Christian children all must be mild, obedient, good as He.

"What's up?" "I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there."

Sometimes plans don't translate smoothly from paper to real life.

Everybody has weird dreams, but a usual weird dream is, okay, so your mom's driving a car and she's a dog.

Seek to make a person blush for their guilt rather than shed their blood.

C++ is a pile of crap.

This evening I wish to suggest that we Christians should accompany people on their pilgrimages. Specifically we should travel with people as they search for the good, the true and the beautiful.

I like the South because it is so much warmer on the sidelines than it is up North.