Young Girls Are Sad. They Like To

You Know, It's A Truism That Writers For Children Must Still Be Children Themselves, Deep Down, Must Still Feel Childish Feelings, And A Child's Surprise At The World.

Our Days Weave Together The Simple Pleasures Of Daily Life, Which We Should Never Take For Granted, And The Higher Pleasures Of Art And Thought Which We May Now Taste As We Please, With None To Forbid Or Criticise.

Outside Our Small Safe Place Flies Mystery.

Good Writing Is Always New.

I Have A Dreadful Fear That The More You Try To Prevent Revealing The Self The More You Do.