Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

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.

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

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, "I am running away". "If you run away", said his mother, "I will run after you. For you are my little bunny".

We speak naturally but spend all our lives trying to write naturally.

Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

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