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

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

Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know, go ask your dad.

You are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

Being crazy isn't enough.