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

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.

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

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.

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

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

Could it be ... that the hero is one who is willing to set out, take the first step, shoulder something? Perhaps the hero is one who puts his foot upon a path not knowing what he may expect from life but in some way feeling in his bones that life expects something of him.