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. — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
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, remember, we of the Jungle, you of… — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
What I want to know is this: Are the stars gold paper or is the gold paper stars? — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
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… — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
More and more I’ve become convinced that the great treasure to possess is the unknown. — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
I think the idea of 'Mary Poppins' has been blowing in and out of me, like a curtain at a window, all my life. — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
Every child needs to have for itself not only its loving parents and siblings and friends of its own age, but a grown-up friend. — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
I think that 'Mary Poppins' needs a subtle reader, in many respects, to grasp all its implications, and I understand that these cannot be… — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
The Irish, as a race, have the oral tradition in their blood. A direct question to them is an anathema, but in other cases,… — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
When I was a child, love to me was what the sea is to a fish: something you swim in while you are going… — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
A writer is, after all, only half his book. The other half is the reader and from the reader the writer learns. — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
With the word creative we stand under a mystery. And from time to time that mystery, as if it were a sun, sends down… — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
