Forget not your past, for in the future it may help you grow

Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

I don't want to go to school and learn solemn things.

Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?" Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.

For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who looked to beautiful thoughts. And that is the beginning and end of literature.

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.

Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.