No sensible author wants anything but praise.

I do like a little bit of butter to my bread.

You will be better advised to watch what we do instead of what we say.

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

Tell the innocent visitor from another world that two people were killed at Serajevo, and that the best that Europe could do about it was to kill eleven million more.

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.

And that, said John, is that.