She Liked Books More Than Anything Else,

It's So Easy That When You Begin You Can't Stop. You Just Go On And On Doing It Always.

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

A Person Who Was Clever Ought To Be Clever Enough Not To Be Unjust Or Deliberately Unkind To Anyone.

In The Garden There Was Nothing Which Was Not Quite Like Themselves - Nothing Which Did Not Understand The Wonderfulness Of What Was Happening To Them - The Immense, Tender, Terrible, Heart-breaking Beauty And Solemnity Of Eggs. If There Had Been One Person In That Garden Who Had Not Known Through All His Or Her Innermost Being That If An Egg Were Taken Away Or Hurt The Whole World Would Whirl Round And Crash Through Space And Come To An End... There Could Have Been No Happiness Even In That Golden Springtime Air.

Oh,sara. It Is Like A Story." "it Is A Story...everything Is A Story. You Are A Story-i Am A Story. Miss Minchin Is A Story.