For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.
I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.
So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.