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

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

If I Have Brightened Up One Single Sad Childhood, Then I Have At Least Accomplished Something In My Life.

But Still, If It's True, How Can It Be A Lie?