Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.

She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they became part of her. Day by day, she gathered beauty; had she had no heart (she who was the bosom of womanhood) her thoughts would still have been as lilies, because the good is the beautiful.

Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time.

David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.

She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.