Goats," said Maxwell Hyde, "are a special case. Mad as hatters, all of them.

A garden should be natural-seeming, with wild sections, including a large area of bluebells.

I don’t think I will get married,” Polly said as she stood up. “I’m going to train to be a hero instead.

It does not seem to me that I have the right to foist a story on people, most of whom are children who should be learning all the time, unless I am learning from it too.

I mean one of the things about being alone is that you've no people to define yourself off, I mean, people are like all-round mirrors, because let's face it, we don't often see ourselves all round in a mirror anyway, do we.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

It does seem that a fantasy, working out in its own terms, stretching you beyond the normal concerns of your own life, gains you a peculiar charge of energy which inexplicably enriches you. At least, this is my ideal of a fantasy, and I am always trying to write it.