I won’t let anybody get away with anything just because he is little.
Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.
A child’s own story is a dream, but a good story is a dream that is true for more than one child.
Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it.
Quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times, a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories of his own.
There is a loving way with words and an unloving way. And it is only with the loving way that the simplicity of language becomes beautiful.
We speak naturally but spend all our lives trying to write naturally.
I wish I didn’t have ever to sign my long name on the cover of a book, and I wish I could write a story that would seem absolutely true to the child who hears it and to myself.
Goodnight nobody, goodnight mush.
In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...
I don’t think I’m essentially interested in children’s books. I’m interested in writing, and in pictures. I’m interested in people and in children because they are people.
I like dogs Big dogs Little dogs Fat dogs Doggy dogs Old dogs Puppy dogs I like dogs A dog that is barking over the hill A dog that is dreaming very still A dog that is running wherever he will I like dogs.
Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, “I am running away”. “If you run away”, said his mother, “I will run after you. For you are my little bunny”.
When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring.
If you become a bird and fly away from me, I will be a tree that you come home to.
He was a funny old dog. He liked strawberries.
It’s a long time that I’ve loved you. Never, never go away.