“Whatever you are is all okay.I don't like you anyway.”

“If you're nasty, I won't fight.If you're rough, well that's just you.If you're mean, that's alright too.Whatever you are is all okay.I don't like you anyway.”

“If you're sloppy, that's just fine.If you're moody, I won't mind.If you're fat, that's fine with me.If you're skinny, let it be.If you're bossy, that's all right.if you're nasty, I won't fight.If you're rough, well that's just you.If you're mean, that's all right too.Whatever you are is all okay.I don't like you anyway.”

“why can't you see i'm a kid', said the kid.Why try to make me like you?Why are you hurt when I don't cuddle?Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle?Why do you scream when I do what I did?Im a kid.”

“You don't have to shoot me," says the young lion. "I will be your rug and I will lie in front of your fireplace and I won't move a muscle and you can sit on me and toast all the marshmallows you want. I love marshmallows.”

“And he didn't really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don't you?”

“would you like to hearthe nighti bravely fought the-no?alright”