A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.

My dear young fellow,' the Old-Green-Grasshopper said gently, 'there are a whole lot of things in this world of ours you haven't started wondering about yet.

If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

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.

Somewhere inside all of us is the power to change the world.

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 shot down some German planes and I got shot down myself, crashing in a burst of flames and crawling out, getting rescued by brave soldiers.

The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it.

I was a fighter pilot, flying Hurricanes all round the Mediterranean. I flew in the Western Desert of Libya, in Greece, in Syria, in Iraq and in Egypt.

Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It's made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!

I want you to be happy...to laugh, smile and rejoice in order that others may be made happy by you.

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

The enemies of advertising are the enemies of freedom.

I'd better be a poet Or lay down dead.

The universe has no mind and that's why it can never reach perfection! Perfection is the art of meticulous high-mind!

I have always found that each step we take in life is to be regretted - if we once begin to wonder how many other steps might have been possible.

Desire, instead of being an obstacle to an inspired and fulfilled life, is the very thing that propels you toward it.

I think a case could be made that there's sort of a crisis of masculinity in the West. Particularly with white males.

When you can swim, who cares how deep the water is?