And when I protested a bit more, I remember he said, ‘My dear Lady Ponsonby, there’s nothing immoral about this. Art is only immoral when practiced by amateurs. It’s the same with medicine. You wouldn’t refuse to undress before your doctor, would you?
If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
I cannot for the life of me understand why small children take so long to grow up. I think they do it deliberately, just to annoy me.
A life is made up of a great number of small incidents, and a small number of great ones.
Whipped cream isn’t whipped cream at all if it hasnt been whipped with whips, just like poached eggs isn’t poached eggs unless it’s been stolen in the dead of the night.
You’ll never get anywhere if you go about what-iffing like that.
Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you.
All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen.
Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.
A little magic can take you a long way.
I think probably kindness is my number one attribute in a human being. I’ll put it before any of the things like courage or bravery or generosity or anything else.
When you’re writing, it’s rather like going on a very long walk.
We have so much time and so little to do. Strike that, reverse it.
And don’t worry about the bits you can’t understand. Sit back and allow the words to wash around you, like music.
Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.
I’ve always said to myself that if a little pocket calculator can do it why shouldn’t I?
The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious.
I’ve heard tell that what you imagine sometimes comes true. -Grandpa Joe.