Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.
FICTION IS MY ADDICTION!!
Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age. Humor has a tremendous place in this sordid world. It’s more than just a matter of laughing. If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be in whack.
Children’s reading and children’s thinking are the rock-bottom base upon which this country will rise. Or not rise. In these days of tension and confusion, writers are beginning to realize that books for children have a greater potential for good or evil than any other form of literature on earth.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go...
People are weird. When we find someone with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love.
You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.
I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.
Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!
Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than to remember me and cry.
You have to be odd to be number one.
I know, up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights.
You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.
Why fit in when you were born to stand out?
Children want the same things we want. To laugh, to be challenged, to be entertained, and delighted.
If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it’d be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
They say I’m old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!
So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.
I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I’ve bought a big bat. I’m all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!
Don’t grumble! Don’t stew! Some critters are much-much, Oh, ever so much-much So muchly much-much more unlucky than you!