Boy, Why Are You Crying?

I Don’t Want To Go To School And Learn Solemn Things. I Don’t Want To Be A Man.

Because You See When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies. They Live In Nests On The Tops Of Trees; And The Mauve Ones Are Boys And The White Ones Are Girls, And The Blue Ones Are Just Little Sillies Who Are Not Sure What They Are.

In Love-making, As In Other Arts, Those Who Do It Best Cannot Tell How It Is Done.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up.

It Is Very Well To Be Able To Write A Book, But Can You Waggle Your Ears?