I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.
Every once in a while, I get mad. ‘The Lorax’ came out of my being angry. The ecology books I’d read were dull… In ‘The Lorax,’ I was out to attack what I think are evil things and let the chips fall where they might.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
The main problem with writing in verse is, if your fourth line doesn’t come out right, you’ve got to throw four lines away and figure out a whole new way to attack the problem. So the mortality rate is terrific.
When at last we are sure, You’ve been properly pilled, Then a few paper forms, Must be properly filled. So that you and your heirs, May be properly billed.
Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store.