Quotes About Whimsical

I want to ride a unicorn.

I've always been a bit ridiculous.

I look just like the girls next door... if you happen to live next door to an amusement park.

I just have a crazy sense of humor.

She is deranged, but so so playful.

What about the teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me.

What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad's voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of Yellow Submarine, which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d'etre, which is a French expression that I know.

The famed author Robert Lewis Stevenson declared that he'd trained his Brownies to be writers. As he slept, they would whisper fantastic plots in his ear -- for example, the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and the diabolical Mr. Hyde, and that episode in Olalla when a young man from an old Spanish family bites his sister's hand.

Turn around, Piglet. Step lightly, Pooh. This silly ol' dance is perfect for two.

The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.

How sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue It makes him very proud To be a little cloud.

No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes.

Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum. Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle, Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle, Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um. Well

It's a little bit embarrassing to say but... I wanted to be a penguin.

I'm a little goofy sometimes; I can get a little wacky.

The frolic architecture of the snow.

The merry-go-round was running, yes, but... It was running backward. The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.

I was born to catch dragons in their dens / And pick flowers / To tell tales and laugh away the morning / To drift and dream like a lazy stream / And walk barefoot across sunshine days.

Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem.

Trained slugs race across his jello in eight-cylinder sombreros

For if the modern mind is whimsical and discursive, the classical mind is narrow, unhesitating, relentless. It is not a quality of intelligence that one encounters frequently these days. But though I can digress with the best of them, I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive

For if the modern mind is whimsical and discursive, the classical mind is narrow, unhesitating, relentless. It is not a quality of intelligence that one encounters frequently these days.

How do you feel? he asked him. Like a military academy, said Arthur. Bits of me keep on passing out.

I could have more fun in cat litter.