It has often been said there’s so much to be read, you never can cram all those words in your head.
You can’t dribble on bow ties.
In the places I go there are things that I see that I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.
Congratulations! Today is your day!
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can’t build a substantial V out of turtles!
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Oh the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
Sleep is like the unicorn – it is rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any.
Children’s reading and children’s thinking are the rock-bottom base upon which this country will rise.
I am lucky to be what I am! Thank goodness I’m not just a clam, or a ham, or a dusty jar of sour gooseberry jam! I am what I am – that’s a great thing to be!
Writing for children is murder. A chapter has to be boiled down to a paragraph. Every word has to count.
Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.
People who mind don’t matter. But people who matter don’t mind.
Think! Think and wonder. Wonder and think. How much water can 55 elephants drink?
A kid is a guy I never wrote down to. He’s interested in what I say if I make it interesting.
If I went in debt a million dollars every time I committed genocide, I’d be our economy.
Too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant its selling.