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.

Trouble trouble and it will trouble you.

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.

It may be that to eat and be eaten are the same thing in the end. My wisdom tells me that this is probably so. We are all made of the same stuff, remember, we of the Jungle, you of the City. The same substance composes us-the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star-we are all one, all moving to the same end. Remember that when you no longer remember me, my child.

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

I was brought up Irish, where there was room for my own private world.