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Do Parents Sit Down And Tell Their Kids Everything? I Don't Know. I Don't Know. I've Convinced Myself - I Hope I'm Right - That Children Despair Of You If You Don't Tell Them The Truth.

I Feel It In Me Like A Woman Having A Baby, All That Life Churning Inside Me. I Feel It Every Day; It Moves, Stretches, Yawns. It's Getting Ready To Be Born. It Knows Exactly What It Is.

I Don't Believe In Things Literally For Children. That's A Reduction.

I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart.

I Was Sickly As A Child And Gravitated To Books And Drawing. During My Early Teen Years, I Spent Hundreds Of Hours At My Window, Sketching Neighborhood Children At Play. I Sketched And Listened, And Those Notebooks Became The Fertile Field Of My Work Later On. There Is Not A Book I Have Written Or A Picture I Have Drawn That Does Not, In Some Way, Owe Them Its Existence.