Adults Are Just Outdated Children.

Cat, You Ruined Mom's Dress!" "honey, It Was Ruined When She Bought It.

With Your Head Full Of Brains And Your Shoes Full Of Feet, You're Too Smart To Go Down Any Not-so-good Street.

Poor Empty Pants With Nobody Inside Them.

Writing For Children Is Murder. A Chapter Has To Be Boiled Down To A Paragraph. Every Word Has To Count.

Somehow You'll Escape All That Waiting And Staying. You'll Find The Bright Places Where Boom Bands Are Playing.