“If your best friend’s feeling tearful, Try not to be too cheerful. Just let her fill your ear full Of sad tales by the score. And when she is through, She’ll feel as good as.”

A picture book must have pace and movement and pattern. Pictures and text should, together, create the pattern, rather than simply run parallel.

I think of writing–particularly of writing picture books–as a kind of choreography.

My mind dwells in the blues.

Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.

If you’re feeling down and times are blue, Remember this and know its true.  Tomorrow you can always start anew. A new day to seize, positivity your virtue.

You could see a butterfly as just a butterfly, or you could see it as an iridescent flower amidst the endless periwinkle blue skies.

The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding me of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.

The sky is blue for most of the day but it never gives up even for a single day.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

Paint me gold I had enough of the blues.