It's opener, out there, in the wide, open air.

Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!' Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?' Which one do you think?' Bad Vlad?' Good call.

Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.

So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.

In the places I go there are things that I see that I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.

It is better to know how to learn than to know.

I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees, Which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please; But I also speak for the brown Barbaloots, Who frolicked and played in their Barbaloot suits, Happily eating Truffula fruits. Now, since you've chopped the trees to the ground There's not enough Truffula fruit to go 'round! And my poor Barbaloots are all feeling the crummies Because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies.