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..

Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?.

What I want to know is this: Are the stars gold paper or is the gold paper stars?.

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

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..

You can ask me anything you like about my work, but I'll never talk about myself..

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….

I've felt that if I just used initials nobody would know whether I was a man or a woman, a dog or a tiger. I could hide from view, like a bat on the ….

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

Perhaps we are born knowing the tales of our grandmothers and all their ancestral kin continually run in our blood repeating them endlessly, and the ….

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

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, rem….

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

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

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 the….

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..

Trouble trouble and it will trouble you..

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

I don't think that children, if left to themselves, feel that there is an author behind a book, a somebody who wrote it. Grown-ups have fostered this….

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

I hate being good. -Mary Poppins.