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Tuesday
Jun092020

Astrid Lindgren

A childhood without books – that would be no childhood. That would be like being shut out from the enchanted place where you can go and find the rarest kind of joy.

Give the children love, more love and still more love – and the common sense will come by itself.

I have never tried that before, so I think I should definitely be able to do that.

But still, if it's true, how can it be a lie?

Don't you worry about me. I'll always come out on top.

I don't want to write for adults. I want to write for readers who can perform miracles. Only children perform miracles when they read.

You understand Teacher, don't you, that when you have a mother who's an angel and a father who is a cannibal king, and when you have sailed on the ocean all your whole life, then you don't know just how to behave in school with all the apples and ibexes.


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