Children want the same things we want. To laugh, to be challenged, to be entertained, and delighted.

Adults are just outdated children.

Words and pictures are yin and yang. Married, they produce a progeny more interesting than either parent.

You are you. Now, isn't that unpleasant?

Children's reading and children's thinking are the rock-bottom base upon which this country will rise. Or not rise. In these days of tension and confusion, writers are beginning to realize that books for children have a greater potential for good or evil than any other form of literature on earth.

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

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.