When they had eventually calmed down a bit, and had gotten home, Mr. Duncan put the magic pebble in an iron safe. Some day they might want to use it, but really, for now, what more could they wish for?… — William Steig Copy Share Image
“Never had he been subjected to such rude treatment. How long could it last? How long, he wondered, could he abide it?” — William Steig Copy Share Image
“The world was all magic, and he had a special bottle of it in his right hand.” — William Steig Copy Share Image
“Otchky-potchky, itchky-pitch, Pay attention to this witch. A donkey takes you to a knight -- Him you conquer in a fight. Then you wed… — William Steig Copy Share Image
To tell the truth, I don't read children's books. I'm an adult. I just write them. — William Steig Copy Share Image
did you ever see anybody so disgusting: said lightning to thunder, "never" thunder growled thunder, "lets give him the works — William Steig Copy Share Image
“How did the world ever manage without me before I was born?' he wondered. 'Didn't they feel something was missing?” — William Steig Copy Share Image
“Why had he wanted to be rich, or to feel rich? Was he an unhappy mouse before? Didn't he see the King himself often… — William Steig Copy Share Image
“Somewhere out there, in the night sky-and it could only be night-were the glittering stars, and among them his, the one he had always… — William Steig Copy Share Image
“The damp occupants of the cave stood close together in the vaulted entrance like actors who had played their parts and could now watch… — William Steig Copy Share Image
Oh, Life, I am yours. Whatever it is you want of me, I am ready to give. — William Steig Copy Share Image
