And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.

Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.

We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.

Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.