When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring

nights and days came and passed and summer and winter and the sun and the wind and the rain. and it was good to be a little island a part of the world and a world of its own all surrounded by the bright blue sea.

Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it.

there seem to be times of reception and times of creation and it is perhaps difficult not to confuse the two.

In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon.

I don't think I'm essentially interested in children's books. I'm interested in writing, and in pictures. I'm interested in people and in children because they are people.

A child's own story is a dream, but a good story is a dream that is true for more than one child.