My Childhood In Corfu Shaped My Life.

Tea Would Arrive, The Cakes Squatting On Cushions Of Cream, Toast In A Melting Shawl Of Butter, Cups Agleam And A Faint Wisp Of Steam Rising From The Teapot Shawl.

My Childhood In Corfu Shaped My Life. If I Had The Craft Of Merlin, I Would Give Every Child The Gift Of My Childhood.

‎'all We Need Is A Book,' Roared Leslie; 'don't Panic, Hit 'em With A Book.

All Over The World The Wildlife That I Write About Is In Grave Danger. It Is Being Exterminated By What We Call The Progress Of Civilization.

I Can't Be Expected To Produce Deathless Prose In An Atmosphere Of Gloom And Eucalyptus.