Children don't read to find their identity, to free themselves from guilt, to quench the thirst for rebellion or to get rid of alienation. They have no use for psychology... They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff... When a book is boring, they yawn openly. They don't expect their writer to redeem humanity, but leave to adults such childish illusions.

When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I am grown up, they call me a writer.

Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.

We write not only for children but also for their parents. They, too, are serious children.

Why were the little girls all frightened To be just what they are The boys were told to ask themselves How high how far The girls were told to reach the shelve…

The Schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they…