Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 9, 1899 Death: April 23, 1996
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..
Children's books are looked on as a sideline of literature. A special smile. They are usually thought to be associated with women. I was determined n….
Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?.
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..
More and more I’ve become convinced that the great treasure to possess is the unknown..
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?.
And all the time he was enjoying his badness, hugging it to him as though it were a friend, and not caring a bit..
You can ask me anything you like about my work, but I'll never talk about myself..