Think what a better world it would be if we all – the whole world – had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. – Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, commonly mi
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay. – Brian Aldiss
