I hate being good. -Mary Poppins

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

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.

And all the time he was enjoying his badness, hugging it to him as though it were a friend, and not caring a bit.

Who are you?" she inquired, as the cat passed by. I'm the cat that looked at a king," he replied. And I," she remarked with a toss of her head, "am the cow that jumped over the moon." Is that so?" said the cat. "Whatever for?" The cow stared. She had never been asked that question before. And suddenly it occured to her that there might something else to do than jumping over moons.

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

I think the idea of Mary Poppins has been blowing in and out of me, like a curtain at a window, all my life.