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

Once we have accepted the story we cannot escape the story's fate.

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.

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

You do not chop off a section of your imaginative substance and make a book specifically for children, for, if you are honest, you have no idea where childhood ends and maturity begins. It is all endless and all one.

For me there are no answers, only questions, and I am grateful that the questions go on and on. I don't look for an answer, because I don't think there is one. I'm very glad to be the bearer of a question.

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