I Don't Care If A Reader Hates

Poor Earthworm,' The Ladybird Said, Whispering In James's Ear. 'he Loves To Make Everything Into A Disaster. He Hates To Be Happy. He Is Only Happy When He Is Gloomy.

The Fine Line Between Roaring With Laughter And Crying Because It's A Disaster Is A Very, Very Fine Line. You See A Chap Slip On A Banana Skin In The Street And You Roar With Laughter When He Falls Slap On His Backside. If In Doing So You Suddenly See He's Broken A Leg, You Very Quickly Stop Laughing And It's Not A Joke Anymore.

...there Are No Secrets Unless You Keep Them To Yourself, And This Was The Greatest Secret I Had Ever Had To Keep In My Life So Far.

There Is No Life I Know To Compare With Pure Imagination. Living There, You'll Be Free If You Truly Wish To Be.

All The Reading She Had Done Had Given Her A View Of Life That They Had Never Seen.