Give the children love, more love and still more love – and the common sense will come by itself.

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.

Then she yelled after the girl, 'No, we haven't seen any bald 'uns all days. But yesterday seventeen of 'em went by. Arm in arm!

A childhood without books – that would be no childhood. That would be like being shut out from the enchanted place where you can go and find the rarest kind of joy.

But Nightshirts aren't dangerous," Pippi assured her. "They don't bite anybody except in self defense.

Give the children love, more love and still more love – and the common sense will come by itself.

Well, well, so you aren't going to be a maidservant this time?" said Pippi, stroking his back. "Oh, that was a lie, that's true," she continued. "But still, if it's true, how can it be a lie?" she argued. "You wait and see, it's going to turn out he was a maidservant in Arabie after all, and if that's the case, I know who's making the meatballs at our house hereafter!