“You got no idea, do you? You got no idea how beautiful you are.”
“Beautiful, that's what you got to do with that hurtin', you got to turn it beautiful.”
“Give me a bouncy ball. I’ve got some ideas I want to throw at you. Put on your squeaky shoes—we’ve got work to do!”
“Gots me an idea, now. Whyn't you come on into bed with me, let me give you it.”
“Do you have any idea how many lives we must have gone through before we even got the first idea that there is more to life than eating, or fighting, or power in the Flock? A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand!”
“If you haven’t got an idea, start a story anyway. You can always throw it away, and maybe by the time you get to the fourth page you will have an idea, and you’ll only have to throw away the first three pages.”