It Occurs To Me That Even Though

I Think I'm Just Breathing, That's All. And There's A Difference Between Breathing And Being Alive.

It Is Possible, You Know, To Drift Off To An Unknown World And Find Happiness There. Maybe Even More Happiness Than You've Ever Known Before.

Bruno: "why Do You Wear Pajamas All Day?" Shmuel: "the Soldiers. They Took All Our Clothes Away." Bruno: "my Dad's A Soldier, But Not The Sort That Takes People's Clothes Away."

There Will Be Outrage And Disgust And People Will Turn On Me At The Last, They Will Hate Me, My Reputation Will Forever Be Destroyed, My Punishment Earned, Self-inflicted Like This Gunshot Wound, And The World Will Finally Know That I Was The Greatest Feather Man Of Them All.

Children's Book Writers Tend To Feel Quite Superior, And Adult Writers Tend To Feel They Wouldn't Know How To Write A Children's Book - Which Might Surprise You Because I Think A Lot Of People Think It's The Other Way Around.