There is a loving way with words and an unloving way. And it is only with the loving way that the simplicity of language becomes beautiful.

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".

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.

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.

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

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