But Still, If It's True, How Can

I Don't Mind Dying, I'll Gladly Do That, But Not Right Now, I Need To Clean The House First.

What The World Of Tomorrow Will Be Like Is Greatly Dependent On The Power Of Imagination In Those Who Are Learning To Read Today.

I Don't Want To Write For Adults. I Want To Write For Readers Who Can Perform Miracles. Only Children Perform Miracles When They Read.

At Least, Not In This Country,' She Added After A Moment's Thought. 'in China It's A Little Different. Once I Saw A Chinaman In Shanghai. His Ears Were So Big He Could Use Them For A Raincoat. When It Rained, He Just Crept In Under His Ears And Was Warm And Snug As Could Be. Not That The Ears Had Such A Rattling Good Time Of It, You Understand. If It Was Specially Bad Weather, He'd Invite Friends And Acquaintances To Pitch Camp Under His Ears Too. There They Sat, Singing Their Sorrowful Songs While It Poured Down Outside.

I Have Never Experienced Being Madly In Love The Way Most People Seem To Have Been, Although It Is Not Something I Would Miss. Instead I Have Had An Enormous Ability To Love My Children And My Grandchildren And My Great Grandchildren.