“I have no idea where they’re going with this.”
“Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.”
“Oh Tigger, where are your manners?""I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am.”
“Livia looked puzzled and whispered, “I have no idea why these are special.”Blake dared to touch her face. “They’re the exact color of your eyes.”
“I have no idea where I am going, she thought, but I have begun.”
“I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.”