“But I'm taking small steps'Cause I don't know where I'm goingI'm taking small steps And I don't know what to say.Small steps,Trying to pull myself togetherAnd maybe I'll discoverA clue along the way!”

“I don't know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones.”

“I don't care if I'm small! I'll kick you.”

“I will persist until I succeed. Always will I take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult... I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.”

“This is my temporary home It's not where I belongWindows and rooms that I'm passing throughThis is just a stop, on the way to where I'm goingI'm not afraid because I know this is my Temporary home”

“The Jelly is apparently rising behind me. I could sit here and wait for it to cover me or move on, I don't know. Now that I have a few feelings to consider, and attitudes, decisions are more difficult. I suppose I'll step wherever I see a dry spot. Whenever The Jelly nips at my heels, I'll take a forward step. I'll get along.”