For me there are no answers, only questions, and I am grateful that the questions go on and on. I don't look for an answer, because I don't think there is one. I'm very glad to be the bearer of a question.

A writer is, after all, only half his book. The other half is the reader and from the reader the writer learns.

Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?

What I want to know is this: Are the stars gold paper or is the gold paper stars?

You do not chop off a section of your imaginative substance and make a book specifically for children, for, if you are honest, you have no idea where childhood ends and maturity begins. It is all endless and all one.

There are worlds beyond worlds and times beyond times, all of them true, all of them real, and all of them (as children know) penetrating each other.

You can ask me anything you like about my work, but I'll never talk about myself.