For me there are no answers, only questions, and I am grateful that the questions go on and on. I don't look for an answer, because I don't think there is one. I'm very glad to be the bearer of a question.
You can ask me anything you like about my work, but I'll never talk about myself.
You do not chop off a section of your imaginative substance and make a book specifically for children, for - if you are honest - you have no idea where childhood ends and maturity begins. It is all endless and all one.
A writer is, after all, only half his book. The other half is the reader and from the reader the writer learns.
[on having witnessed the Disney version of her most famous work] Why was Mary Poppins, already beloved for what she was - plain, vain and incorruptible - transmogrified into a soubrette?