And So I Write The Way I

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!

If I Have Managed To Brighten Up Even One Gloomy Childhood – Then I’m Satisfied.

I Don't Want To Write For Adults. I Want To Write For Readers Who Can Perform Miracles. Only Children Perform Miracles When They Read.

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.

I Don't Mind Dying, I'll Gladly Do That, But Not Right Now, I Need To Clean The House First.