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.

If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the cross-roads.

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.

I think that Mary Poppins needs a subtle reader, in many respects, to grasp all its implications, and I understand that these cannot be translated in terms of the film.

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.

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

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