The books we enjoy as children stay with us forever -- they have a special impact. Paragraph after paragraph and page after… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
Humor is the oxygen of children's literature. There's a lot of competition for children's time, but even kids who hate to read… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
The books we enjoy as children stay with us forever -- they have a special impact. Paragraph after paragraph and page after page, the… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
I remember as a child of eight being told by a young friend that I had killed Christ. That was news to me. It's… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“I am Prince Horace!" "And I'm the Grand Turnip of China!" cutwater snickered. "Dim-witted villains!" shouted the Prince. "I command you to turn us… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“Glancing back over his shoulder seemed to be habit, for Touch had noticed him do it before, as if the man thought someone might… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“Jemmy dipped the quill in beet juice and continued scribbling. "I'll tell him you've got reserved seats in Hell." "Aye! That's the ticket!” — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“What was he looking for, a prince in fine velvets and a crown cocked on his head? Was it clothes that made a prince,… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“Sir!" he called out. "The Great Chaffalo! My name's Touch, and I brought a bundle of straw. I'd be much obliged if you'd turn… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
Give weather reports. It helps the reality of a scene if foghorns are blowing or kites are in the sky on a windy afternoon… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
Humor is the oxygen of children's literature. There's a lot of competition for children's time, but even kids who hate to read want to… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“Joy was not the raw material of humor . . . The dark source was sorrow.” — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“Words were a conjuration, and their charms had begun to bewitch him.” — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
“He peered through a broken window and saw a face. The face of The Great Chaffalo. “You saved me, for certain,” declared Touch, his… — Sid Fleischman Copy Share Image
