This is for the little girl who wanted to follow Alice down the rabbit hole, who searched for a doorway into Narnia. This is for the girl who travelled on the Hogwarts Express and found the second star to the right. These stories are for all the times I wished my stuffed toys lived in the Hundred Acre Wood, and that dragons and elves were real. These stories are for all the times that my heels clicked together but didn’t take me home, and when my bedroom didn’t turn into the Land of the Wild Things. This is my Journal of Impossible Things. This is my key to 221B Baker Street.

Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Random I know but that about sums me up.

That and my respect of this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOCda6OiYpg

When ever life gets to serious, just remember that you are a talking monkey on an organic spaceship flying through the universe.