“Somebody once asked me where I come up with my stuff. I replied, "Who knows? Where does yellow snow come from? It's just a gift from God I guess.”

“I used to always worry about money and where it would come from, but now I know that God is the supplier and the giver of good gifts.”

“Most people don’t know where money comes from. Even most of our elected officials don’t know. If you were to ask a politician where money comes from, s/he would probably reply, “I don’t know, from other people’s pockets?”

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.”

“My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.”

“The idea comes to me from outside of me - and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own - that is where the skill lies.”