And So I Write The

There Is Very Little You Can Beat Into A Child, But No Limit To What You Can Hug Out Of It.

Everything Great That Ever Happened In This World Happened First In Somebody’s Imagination.

A Childhood Without Books – That Would Be No Childhood. That Would Be Like Being Shut Out From The Enchanted Place Where You Can Go And Find The Rarest Kind Of Joy.

No Fridolf, Bother All This Learning. I Can't Study Anymore Because I Must Climb The Mast To See What Kind Of Weather We're Going To Have Tomorrow.

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