We Could Have Chopped Down The Sycamore

I Still Pinch Meself When I Wake Up Of A Morning...who Ever Thought I'd Be A Children's Author -- Let Alone A Best-selling Children's Author? I Feel I Should Still Be Driving A Truck, Or (working As) A Longshoreman.

There Are Enough Cowards In The World Without Killing A Brave Creature For So Little Reason.

There Is No Greater Evil Than Killing. I Don't Care Whether They Call It War Or Justice. Life Is Precious.

Throughout His Life The Memory Of That Happy Day Stayed Locked Secretly In (his) Heart.

You Love Young Ones And Babes, I Know This. The Young Will Always Befriend And Admire You...all The Young Ones Of The Earth Belong To You In Friendship. Be Good To Them. —breeze, To Sunflash The Mace