“And the moment the King spoke those words, something happened...Maybe there was something magic in those simple words, ‘I’m sorry.’ Maybe there was something magic in those simple words, ‘It’s all my fault.‘”
“It’s quite simple,” my grandmother said. “All they’ve done is to shrink you and give you four legs and a furry coat, but they haven’t been able to change you into a one hundred percent mouse. You are still yourself in everything except your appearance.”
“A reason that had to do with the sameness of each and every week. She was bored with simply being straight-A’s Claudia Kinkaid. She was tired of arguing about whose turn it was to choose the Sunday night seven-thirty television show, of injustice, and of the monotony of everything.”
“The reason of his falling into such a delightful sleep is very simple; and yet hardly any one has found it out. It was merely that the fairies took him.”
A collection of comedy poems, many with a sting in the tail that beg to be read aloud. The rhymes and rhythms are fairly simple and the bizarre topics ranging from the glory of snot to the fact that the word orange has no rhyme make these the ideal way to introduce young children to the glories of poetry.
″ ‘I neither believe in ghosts nor feel uneasy,’ he replied. ‘I never saw a ghost myself, and I never met with any one who had; and I have generally found that strange and unaccountable things have almost always been accounted for, and found to be quite simple, on close examination.’ ”
“Often Katy would wish that she someday could be
something quiet and simple like a lovely elm tree,
or a ramshackle barn all alone on a hill
where the noisiest thing was a squeaky windmill.”
“Not all royals are alike. Some are furnished in fine clothes, unbearably heavy jewels so large that they drown twice as fast. Others are sparsely dressed, with only one or two rings and bronze crowns painted gold. Not that it matters to me. A prince is a prince, after all.”
“Mother,” said little Pearl, “the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. Now, see! There it is, playing, a good way off. Stand you here, and let me run and catch it. I am but a child. It will not flee from me; for I wear nothing on my bosom yet!