Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

I am worn to a raveling.

There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.

What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.

Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.