And So I Write The Way I

A Childhood Without Books – That Would Be No Childhood. That Would Be Like Being Shut Out From The Enchanted Place Where You Can Go And Find The Rarest Kind Of Joy.

Well, Well, So You Aren't Going To Be A Maidservant This Time?" Said Pippi, Stroking His Back. "oh, That Was A Lie, That's True," She Continued. "but Still, If It's True, How Can It Be A Lie?" She Argued. "you Wait And See, It's Going To Turn Out He Was A Maidservant In Arabie After All, And If That's The Case, I Know Who's Making The Meatballs At Our House Hereafter!

You Understand Teacher, Don't You, That When You Have A Mother Who's An Angel And A Father Who Is A Cannibal King, And When You Have Sailed On The Ocean All Your Whole Life, Then You Don't Know Just How To Behave In School With All The Apples And Ibexes.

There Is Very Little You Can Beat Into A Child, But No Limit To What You Can Hug Out Of It.

But Nightshirts Aren't Dangerous," Pippi Assured Her. "they Don't Bite Anybody Except In Self Defense.