Don’t you know that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own? - P. L. Travers

Don’t you know,” she said pityingly, “that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?

It may be that to eat and be eaten are the same thing in the end. My wisdom tells me that this is probably so. We are all made of the same stuff, remember, we of the Jungle, you of the City. The same substance composes us — the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star — we are all one, all moving to the same end. Remember that when you no longer remember me, my child.

When I was a child, love to me was what the sea is to a fish: something you swim in while you are going about the important affairs of life.