My dear, Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them. I write for kids. I write for kids because they haven’t given up on themselves. I write for kids because they’re troublemakers, openly. I write for kids because they don’t hesitate to give you hugs when they see you down. I write for kids because they do what they like, and the thought of whether or not someone else is judging them doesn’t even cross...

My dear, Your goal in life shouldn’t be to quiet down the people who tell you you’re worth crap, that’s terribly hard to keep doing all the time, and nearly impossible. It’s much easier to grow and learn how to ignore them. It’s much easier to focus on what moves you, and the people who are moved by the same things (you know, the people who understand and appreciate your motions). Be who you are and say what...

My dear, It’s 4 AM. I’m writing this to you at 4 AM. And for some reason I feel perfectly fine. Overjoyed in fact. It’s as I’ve got caffeine in my veins. Or maybe something stronger than caffeine, because for some odd reason my dreams actually excite me less than my life does right now. Maybe I’m intoxicated. Maybe… You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally...

My dear, Nothing makes you think more than nonsense. It holds your attention because of the pure fact that it doesn’t make sense. You’re brain is used to logic and the logical, but give it nonsense and it goes haywire trying to make sense of it all (which it eventually learns it can’t). I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Falsely yours, Theodor Seuss...