Occupation: Writer Birth: May 23, 1910 Death: November 13, 1952
Goodnight nobody, goodnight mush.
A good picture book can almost be whistled. ... All have their own melodies behind the storytelling..
Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it..
In this modern world where activity is stressed almost to the point of mania, quietness as a childhood need is too often overlooked. Yet a child's ne….
I like dogs Big dogs Little dogs Fat dogs Doggy dogs Old dogs Puppy dogs I like dogs A dog that is barking over the hill A dog that is dreaming very ….
There is a loving way with words and an unloving way. And it is only with the loving way that the simplicity of language becomes beautiful..
A child's own story is a dream, but a good story is a dream that is true for more than one child..
nights and days came and passed and summer and winter and the sun and the wind and the rain. and it was good to be a little island a part of the worl….
Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, "I am running away". "If you run away", said his mother, "I will run ….
In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon..
I don't think I'm essentially interested in children's books. I'm interested in writing, and in pictures. I'm interested in people and in children be….
there seem to be times of reception and times of creation and it is perhaps difficult not to confuse the two..
Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere..
Quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times, a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories ….
We speak naturally but spend all our lives trying to write naturally..
I wish I didn't have ever to sign my long name on the cover of a book, and I wish I could write a story that would seem absolutely true to the child ….
I won’t let anybody get away with anything just because he is little..
When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is….