Adults Are Obsolete Children.

Today Was Good. Today Was Fun. Tomorrow Is Another One.

I Meant What I Said And I Said What I Meant.

So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs, Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads.

The Sneetches Got Really Quite Smart On That Day. The Day They Decided That Sneetches Are Sneetches. And No Kind Of Sneetch Is The Best On The Beaches. That Day, All The Sneetches Forgot About Stars And Whether They Had One, Or Not, Upon Thars.

Children Want The Same Things We Want. To Laugh, To Be Challenged, To Be Entertained, And Delighted.