The Agency was doubtful, because they had already sent a lot of nurses and nannies and governesses to Mr. and Mrs. Brown's family. 'The person you want, ' they said, 'is Nurse Matilda.

Good evening, children, ' Said Nurse Matilda, and she gave a loud thump on the floor with her big black stick. 'I am Nurse Matilda.

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.

Isn't it beautiful when you just stand there right in your track and watch something so amazing, so heart-warming, that you lose track of time and then don't know what to do from there onwards?

I take advantage of every thing I can - age, hair, disability - because my cause is just.

There's no default. Each emotional experience elicits a different, possibly new response.

Sometimes people say that kids with autism aren't capable of love. That's ridiculous. My son loves deeply. He's just doesn't communicate well.

Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.

Socialism is a return to primitive conditions.

Kiss and make up-but too much makeup has ruined many a kiss.

I'm so respectable I'm getting scared ... I must be doing something wrong.

Don't you worry about a thing, my darling. You live your life.