I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

The same sort of thing happened in my dispute with the National Trust book: Follies: A National Trust Guide which implied that the only pleasure you can get from Folly architecture is by calling the architect mad and by laughing at the architecture.

In the laughing times we know that we are lucky and in the quiet times we know that we are blessed. And we will not be alone.

I can't wait to be that age and hanging out with a bunch of people hanging out all day playing golf and going to the beach all my own age. We'd be laughing and having a good time and getting loopy on our prescription drugs. Driving golf carts around. I can't wait.