The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

You can't dribble on bow ties.

Writing for children is murder. A chapter has to be boiled down to a paragraph. Every word has to count.

Be grateful you’re not in the forest in France Where the average young person just hasn’t a chance To escape from the perilous pants eating plants But your pants are safe, you’re a fortunate guy You ought to be shouting how lucky am I

You can't build a substantial V out of turtles!

Don't grumble! Don't stew! Some critters are much-much, Oh, ever so much-much So muchly much-much more unlucky than you!

Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!