Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.
I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things. I don’t want to be a man.
We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.
On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.
asleep to rummage in their minds
I am not young enough to know everything.