The Only People Who Think Children Are

I Know, You've Been Here A Year, You Think These People Are Normal. Well, They're Not. We're Not. I Look In The Library, I Call Up Books On My Desk. Old Ones, Because They Won't Let Us Have Anything New, But I've Got A Pretty Good Idea What Children Are, And We're Not Children. Children Can Lose Sometimes, And Nobody Cares. Children Aren't In Armies, They Aren't Commanders, They Don't Rule Over Forty Other Kids, It's More Than Anybody Can Take And Not Get Crazy.

Isn’t That What It Means To Be Civilized? That You Can Wait To Get What You Want?

He Is Dangerous, He Is Beautiful, I Could Drown In His Understanding.

And Yet.. Even If You Had Been Right, It Would Only Have Been By Accident. A Broken Clock Is Right Two Times A Day.

We're Like The Wicked Witch. We Promise Gingerbread, Then Eat The Little Brats Alive.