Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?
Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.
My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.
She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.
All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.
Second, there are so many magical places in books that you cant go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go.
Every German child learns to speak English in school.
I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.
Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don’t belong to her, you know.” Embarrassed, Victor stared at his shoes. “Well, children all have to belong to somebody,” he muttered. “Do you belong to someone?” “That’s different.” “Because you’re a grown-up?
I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.