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.

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.

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

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

Trouble trouble and it will trouble you.

Child and serpent, star and stone — all one.

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