No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.

A story to me must have some surprise...I must have a passion to write the story.

We are all God's creatures-that we pray to God for mercy and justice while we continue to eat the flesh of animals that are slaughtered on our account is not consistent.

In our time, when the literature for adults is deteriorating, good books for children are the only hope, the only refuge.

Every body resisted (the slaughterer) in its own fashion, tried to escape and seemed to argue with the Creator to its last breath.

The second half of the twentieth century is a complete flop.

What nature creates has eternity in it.