You Can Write About Anything For Children

There Is No Place I Know That Compares To Pure Imagination.

A Book?! What D'you Wanna Flaming Book For?...we've Got A Lovely Telly With A 12-inch Screen And Now Ya Wanna Book!

I Doubt I Would Have Written A Line ... Unless Some Minor Tragedy Had Sort Of Twisted My Mind Out Of The Normal Rut.

Poor Earthworm,' The Ladybird Said, Whispering In James's Ear. 'he Loves To Make Everything Into A Disaster. He Hates To Be Happy. He Is Only Happy When He Is Gloomy.

My Father Was A Norwegian Who Came From A Small Town Near Oslo. He Broke His Arm At The Elbow When He Was 14, And They Amputated It.