I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand-- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.

Sometimes I get so depressed 'Bout what I haven't done. -NEVER

I will not play at tug o' war, I'd rather play at hug o' war

everything isn't everything

People are always giving you credit for really wanting to say more than you said.

I would hope that people, no matter what age, would find something to identify with in my books, pick one up and experience a personal sense of discovery. That's great. But for them, not for me.