Happiness isn't a thing. You can't go out and get it like a cup of tea. It's the way you feel about things. - Diana Wynne Jones

Pretending was like that. Things seemed to make themselves up, once you got going.

But she's too big! the anguished man said, still glaring at Vivian. This girl is not the right size! … She was six when she went away, Father, Jonathan said. He did not seem in the least alarmed. That was nearly six years ago. Think how much I've changed since then. So you have, said this alarming man, turning his glare on Jonathan as if he did not think the change was for the better. I see, he said. She grew.

"Unprintable things!" I said - only I didn't say that. I really said them.