“An inn, of course, was a place you came to at night (not at three o'clock in the afternoon), preferably a rainy night—wind, too, if it could be managed; and it should be situated on a moor (“bleak,” Kate knew,… — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“I don't think human beans are all that bad-" "They're bad and they're good," said Pod; "they're honest and they're artful- it's just as… — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“She learned a lot and some of the things she learned were hard to accept. She was made to realize once and for all… — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“It's so awful and sad,” she once admitted to Tom Goodenough, “to belong to a race that no sane person believes in.” — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
Stories never really end. They can go on and on and on. It's just that sometimes, at a certain point, one stops telling them. — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“Oh," he said again and picked up two petals of cherry blossom which he folded together like a sandwich and ate slowly. "Supposing," he… — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“Mrs. May looked back at her. "Kate," she said after a moment, "stories never really end. They can go on and on and on.… — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“The child is right," she announced firmly. Arrietty's eyes grew big. "Oh, no-" she began. It shocked her to be right. Parents were right,… — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“Homily would renew it at intervals when it became available upstairs, but since Aunt Sophy” — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
“As people, other people, living in a house who . . . borrow things?" Mrs. May laid down her work. "What do you think?"… — Mary Norton Copy Share Image
