Imagination Is A Form Of

We Need To Ensure That Children Are Not Forced To Waste Their Time On Barren Rubbish.

We Feel Cold, But We Don't Mind It, Because We Will Not Come To Harm. And If We Wrapped Up Against The Cold, We Wouldn't Feel Other Things, Like The Bright Tingle Of The Stars, Or The Music Of The Aurora, Or Best Of All The Silky Feeling Of Moonlight On Our Skin. It's Worth Being Cold For That.

Make This The Golden Rule, The Equivalent Of The Hippocratic Oath: Everything We Ask A Child To Do Should Be Worth Doing.

I Am A Strong Believer In The Tyranny, The Dictatorship, The Absolute Authority Of The Writer.

You'll Drift Apart, It's True, But You'll Be Out In The Open, Part Of Everything Alive Again.