Something feels funny. I must be thinking too hard.

Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!

The difficulty in the way of writing a children's play is that Barrie was born too soon. Many people must have felt the same about Shakespeare. We who came later have no chance. What fun to have been Adam, and to have had the whole world of plots and jokes and stories at one's disposal.

When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don't stop and eat it along the way.

A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards.

That's what Tiggers do best!

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.