And So I Write The Way I

I Don't Want To Write For Adults. I Want To Write For Readers Who Can Perform Miracles. Only Children Perform Miracles When They Read.

If I Have Brightened Up One Single Sad Childhood, Then I Have At Least Accomplished Something In My Life.

The Girl Hurried Away, But Then Pippi Shouted, "did He Have Big Ears That Reached Way Down To His Shoulders?" "no," Said The Girl And Turned And Came Running Back In Amazement. "you Don't Mean To Say That You Have Seen A Man Walk By With Such Big Ears?" "i Have Never Seen Anyone Who Walks With His Ears," Said Pippi. "all The People I Know Walk With Their Feet.

Everything Great That Ever Happened In This World Happened First In Somebody’s Imagination.

As The Children Were Sitting There Eating Pears, A Girl Came Walking Along The Road From Town. When She Saw The Children She Stopped And Asked, "have You Seen My Papa Go By?" "m-m-m," Said Pippi. "how Did He Look? Did He Have Blue Eyes?" "yes," Said The Girl. "medium Large, Not Too Tall And Not Too Short?" "yes," Said The Girl. "black Hat And Black Shoes?" "yes, Exactly," Said The Girl Eagerly. "no, That One We Haven't Seen," Said Pippi Decidedly.