nights and days came and passed and summer and winter and the sun and the wind and the rain. and it was good to be a little island a part of the world and a world of its own all surrounded by the bright blue sea.

Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it.

Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

A child's own story is a dream, but a good story is a dream that is true for more than one child.

Goodnight nobody, goodnight mush

I wish I didn't have ever to sign my long name on the cover of a book, and I wish I could write a story that would seem absolutely true to the child who hears it and to myself.

When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring