I don’t know who she is anymore, or who she was, but I need to find her.
… at some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you’ll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.
And of course the Woody Guthrie description…
“Seriously,” Ben said. “This guy sounds like an alcoholic Kermit the Frog with throat cancer.”