I acknowledge that it is somewhat weird for an adult to have great admiration for children’s books, but I do. Get over it.
Take one into your hand and read through it slowly. The illustrations, the play on words, the creative adventures, and the lessons – carefully orchestrated for an astoundingly elegant work. The outcome is a simple creation that doesn’t relieve a pain or solve a problem, but generously give people joy, inspiration, and hope.
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. – Dr. Seuss, Oh! The Places You’ll Go
Unless someone like you cares an awful whole lot, nothing is going to get better. It is not. – Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
Oh, please don’t go – we’ll eat you up – we love you so! – Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are
Listen to the mustn’t, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen to me. Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. – Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
I read somewhere that Lewis Carroll, author of Alice in Wonderland, suffered from migraine and epilepsy causing symptoms that are very similar to the more imaginative features in his novel.
Recently I watched The Lorax by Dr. Seuss, a movie about an entrepreneur’s journey in creating a fashion startup and the difficulties he faced in acquiring customers. Good movie. (note: the IMDB page promotes a slightly different pitch.)
I can totally see myself writing a children’s book: Ahmad wanted to go to space. Ahmad had everything in place. He built a rocket made of wood. He painted it bright red, he made it good.