Quotes About Playfulness

It is a happy talent to know how to play.

I'm interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.

I don't believe in being serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously. [ Writer's Digest Interview (Robert Jacobs, Writer's Digest , February 1976)]

Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

Pipkin: an assemblage of speeds, smells, textures. A cross section of all the boys who ever ran, fell, got up, and ran again.

I'm not a serious person, and I don't like serious people.

How strange the popsicle, the vanilla night, the night of close-packed ice cream, of mosquito-lotioned wrists, the night of running children suddenly veered from their games and put away behind glass, behind wood, the popsicles in melting puddles of lime and strawberry where they fell when the children were scooped indoors.

Children are carpets, they should be stepped on occasionally.

When I grow up I want to be a little boy.

i know at last what i want to be when i grow up. when i grow up i want to be a little boy.

We loved killing time and had perfected several ways of doing so. We wandered the hallways carrying papers that indicated some mission of business when in reality we were in search of free candy.

To be an artist is to recognize the particular. To appreciate the peculiar. To allow a sense of play in your relationship to accepted standards. To ask the question "Why?" To be an artist is to risk admitting that much of what is money, property, and prestige strikes you as just a little silly.

People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it.

Too many people grow up. That`s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don`t remember what it`s like to be 12 years old. They patronize, they treat children as inferiors. Well I won`t do that

What? I bring joy to the world. I am filled with mirth and sunlight. Also, I am Batman.

I'm a good dog," says Lynch. "Woof, woof! I had fun. I did exactly what you'd expect a young fucking buck to do when he's off the leash. He fucking runs, shits everywhere, and has a ball. You're supposed to go, 'Get 'em, Bosco!' You're not supposed to train him.

I am demonstrating to you how tasty I think words are. I'm having sex with words in front of you. I'm playing around with them. I'm getting off. I'm trying to titillate you. There's this magical substance, language, that I'm laying out for you. Then you're going to fondle it.

I stuff my bra. So if you get to second base with me, you'll find that the bases are loaded.

I have found that the key to being happy — well, one of the keys, anyway — is to be easily amused

I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.

Why march to the beat of your own drummer when you can skip?

just as a novelty flying disc is commonly known as a Frisbee),

I take it that I must be the eternal playfellow of time. For piety and common-sense and death are rightfully time's toys; and it is with these three that I divert myself.

Are you guys done up there?" Aris yelled, still facing the other direction. "Yes!" Teresa called back. "And don't expect me to ever kiss you on the cheek again. I think my lips have a fungus now.