I Cannot Rest, I Must Draw, However

There Is Something Delicious About Writing The First Words Of A Story. You Never Quite Know Where They'll Take You.

Don't Go Into Mr. Mcgregor's Garden: Your Father Had An Accident There; He Was Put In A Pie By Mrs. Mcgregor.

I Remember I Used To Half Believe And Wholly Play With Fairies When I Was A Child. What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood, Tempered And Balanced By Knowledge And Common-sense...

Thank Goodness I Was Never Sent To School; It Would Have Rubbed Off Some Of The Originality.

It Sometimes Happens That The Town Child Is More Alive To The Fresh Beauty Of The Country Than A Child Who Is Country Born