They were always doing something. Quietly, without interruption, and with great concentration, they carried on with the hundred-and-one small things that made up their world.

Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.

One ought to have the right to have a secret and to spring it as a surprise. But if you live inside a family you have neither.

...now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.

One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked her why she was out so early and she answered that there were too many books and far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.

You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.