In those days the island of Boa Vista was the whole world.

I often feel that adults forget what children’s stories are capable of.

“How am I supposed to be nice when nobody’s nice to me?”

Firstclaw’s love spells were rumored to be unusually effective.

Khidr stepped out onto the street and was filled with an extraordinary horror.

But it’s not surprising—with everything you hear on the news, how can anyone be expected to think well of the Chinese?

“Look, this forklift even has an electric motor.”

The wooden ring looked antique, because, as Mr. Gimbal explained, it was a centuries-old stereoscopic theater.

“The Devil at your service!” it announced in perfect Italian.

The writers here are pushing the boundary of the known and working against the grain of the status quo.

Danish poet Naja Aidt blends nature and myth in this freewheeling ode to a child.

Whenever teachers said there was good news, it almost always turned out to be nothing of the sort.

Why did he have to sleep with his bride?

The teenage girls began chatting aimlessly in rhythmic tones punctuated by robust usage of the F-word.

Some weekends my parents and I went from Mardin to Syria and stayed in Kamışlı, the town nearest to the Turkish border. Although it was a town, I compared Kamışlı, with its wide, well-kept roads, its…

I liked doing math. The seven-times table was my darling.

He gave me everything: the secret of letters, of numbers, the key to the world.