Margaret Wise Brown quotes:

I like dogs Big dogs Little dogs Fat dogs Doggy dogs Old dogs Puppy dogs I like dogs A dog that is barking over the hill A dog that is dreaming very still A dog that is running wherever he will I like dogs.

Quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times, a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories of his own.

When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring

nights and days came and passedand summer and winterand the sun and the windand the rain.and it was good to be a little islanda part of the worldand a world of its ownall surrounded by the bright blue sea.

A good picture book can almost be whistled. ... All have their own melodies behind the storytelling.

Goodnight nobody, goodnight mush

Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...

I wish I didn't have ever to sign my long name on the cover of a book, and I wish I could write a story that would seem absolutely true to the child who hears it and to myself.

I won't let anybody get away with anything just because he is little.

A child's own story is a dream, but a good story is a dream that is true for more than one child.

Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it.

I don't think I'm essentially interested in children's books. I'm interested in writing, and in pictures. I'm interested in people and in children because they are people.

In this modern world where activity is stressed almost to the point of mania, quietness as a childhood need is too often overlooked. Yet a child's need for quietness is the same today as it has always been--it may even be greater--for quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories of his own.

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, "I am running away". "If you run away", said his mother, "I will run after you. For you are my little bunny".

There is a loving way with words and an unloving way. And it is only with the loving way that the simplicity of language becomes beautiful.

there seem to be times of reception and times of creation and it is perhaps difficult not to confuse the two.

We speak naturally but spend all our lives trying to write naturally.