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The Life Of A Writer Is Absolute Hell Compared To The Life Of A Businessman.

Had I Not Had Children Of My Own, I Would Have Never Written Books For Children, Nor Would I Have Been Capable Of Doing So.

I Never Get Any Protests From Children. All You Get Are Giggles Of Mirth And Squirms Of Delight. I Know What Children Like.

Oh Where, Oh Where Had Snow White Gone? She'd Found It Easy, Being Pretty To Hitch A Ride Into The City.

...there Are No Secrets Unless You Keep Them To Yourself, And This Was The Greatest Secret I Had Ever Had To Keep In My Life So Far.