If I were invited to a dinner party with my characters, I wouldn't show up.
[A]s you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow.
Things may happen and often do to people as brainy and footsy as you
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: stink. Stank. Stunk.
It all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn't be there at all.
Here are some who like to run. They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.
I tend to basically exaggerate in life, and in writing, it's fine to exaggerate. I really enjoy overstating for the purpose of getting a laugh. For another thing, writing is easier than digging ditches. Well, actually, that's an exaggeration. It isn't.
Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.
I look at the world through the wrong end of a telescope.
Writing simply means no dependent clauses, no dangling things, no flashbacks, and keeping the subject near the predicate. We throw in as many fresh words we can get away with. Simple, short sentences don't always work. You have to do tricks with pacing, alternate long sentences with short, to keep it vital and alive.... Virtually every page is a cliffhanger--you've got to force them to turn it."~
When he worked, he really worked. But when he played, he really PLAYED.
You can think about red. You can think about pink. You can think up a horse. Oh, the THINKS you can think!
Children's reading and children's thinking are the rock-bottom base upon which this country will rise.
Try them, try them, and you may! Try them and you may, I say.
I start drawing, and eventually the characters involve themselves in a situation. Then in the end, I go back and try to cut out most of the preachments.
And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day
This is not good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night. And when I pull them in, oh dear! My head sticks out of bed out here!
He should not be here, " said the fish in the pot. " he should not be here when your mother is not.
Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke - my poor swomee swans, why they can't sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat.
I meant no harm I most truly did not, but I had to grow bigger so bigger I got. I biggered my factory, I biggered my roads, I biggered the wagons, I biggered the loads, of the Thneeds I shipped out I was shipping them forth from the South, to the East, to the West. To the North, I went right on biggering selling more thneeds. And I biggered my money which everyone needs.
How true, how true" said the Sour Kangaroo, "And from now on, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to protect them with you!" And the Young Kangaroo in her pouch said "Me too!
And when they played they really played. And when they worked they really worked.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.
Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today.
And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
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