He May Not Have Been Born With

Words Are Humanity's Greatest Natural Resource, But Most Of Us Have Trouble Figuring Out How To Put Them Together. Words Aren't Cheap. They Are Very Precious. They Are Like Water, Which Gives Life And Growth And Refreshment, But Because It Has Always Been Abundant, We Treat It Cheaply. We Waste It; We Pollute It, And Doctor It. Later We Blame The Quality Of The Water Because We Have Misused It.

It Is Not Enough To Simply Teach Children To Read; We Have To Give Them Something Worth Reading. Something That Will Stretch Their Imaginations- Something That Will Help Them Make Sense Of Their Own Lives And Encourage Them To Reach Out Toward People Whose Lives Are Quite Different From Their Own.

The Difference Between Writing A Story And Simply Relating Past Events Is That A Story, In Order To Be Acceptable, Must Have Shape And Meaning. It Is The Old Idea That Art Is The Bringing Of Order Out Of Chaos.

We Are Trying To Communicate That Which Lies In Our Deepest Heart, Which Has No Words, Which Can Only Be Hinted At Through The Means Of A Story.

You Think It's So Great To Die And Make Everyone Cry And Carry On. Well It Ain't.