“That was a mean thought, and not funny at all. I let it turn to sand and blow out of my head.”

“And i can't get you out of my head,how in the world will i beginto let you walk right out my lifeand blow my heart away?”

“How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.”

“Endless nights took on my whole life. Or so I thought. It turns out that all your friends, they were just mean, dressed up.”

“If I had a funny thought and a runny nose, but only had one napkin and no paper, I’d rather use that napkin to write on than blow my nose. After all, that’s what sleeves are for.”

“... as a rule of thumb, whenever there appears a plural, correct for a singular. Should I ever let slip a royal WE, put me out of my misery with a swift blow to the head.”