I Don't Believe In Things Literally For

I Believe There Is No Part Of Our Lives, Our Adult As Well As Child Life, When We're Not Fantasizing, But We Prefer To Relegate Fantasy To Children, As Though It Were Some Tomfoolery Only Fit For The Immature Minds Of The Young. Children Do Live In Fantasy And Reality; They Move Back And Forth Very Easily In A Way We No Longer Remember How To Do.

In Plain Terms, A Child Is A Complicated Creature Who Can Drive You Crazy. There's A Cruelty To Childhood, There's An Anger.

You Can Start Making Up Any Kind Of Story If You Want To.

Certainly We Want To Protect Our Children From New And Painful Experiences That Are Beyond Their Emotional Comprehension And That Intensify Anxiety; And To A Point We Can Prevent Premature Exposure To Such Experiences.

I Had A Brother Who Was My Savior, Made My Childhood Bearable.