Perhaps we are born knowing the tales of our grandmothers and all their ancestral kin continually run in our blood repeating them endlessly, and the shock they give us when we first bear them is not of surprise but of recognition.

When I was a child, love to me was what the sea is to a fish: something you swim in while you are going about the important affairs of life.

Stories are like birds flying, here and gone in a moment.

Tea is balm for the soul, don't you agree?

I hate being good. -Mary Poppins

Child and serpent, star and stone — all one.

More and more I’ve become convinced that the great treasure to possess is the unknown.