To a child, and to an adult, too, what you discover by yourself, or what you think you discover by yourself, is what stays.

Sometimes I find the best way of getting from one place to another is simply to erase everything and begin again.

Many of the things which can never be, often are.

If you want sense, you'll have to make it yourself.

There are good books and there are bad books, period, that's the distinction.

We never choose which words to use, for as long as they mean what they mean to mean, we don’t care if they make sense or nonsense.

For instance," said the boy again, "if Christmas trees were people and people were Christmas trees, we'd all be chopped down, put up in the living room, and covered in tinsel, while the trees opened our presents." "What does that have to do with it?" asked Milo. "Nothing at all," he answered, "but it's an interesting possibility, don't you think?