Those who want to hear the voice of pagan gods in wind and thunder, who want to see fairies dance in the moonlight, who can believe that faith can move mountains, can follow the thread on the pages of this book. It is a fragile thread; it cannot bear the weight of facts and dates.

For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know.

[My stories were] an excuse for making pictures.

Nothing fine and noble will ever perish from the earth as long as there are hearts to remember.

... nothing ever dies that's worth remembering.

I make money using my brains and lose money listening to my heart. But in the long run my books balance pretty well.

For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know

There are hurts so deep that one cannot reach them or heal them with words.

Kill the snake of doubt in your soul, crush the worms of fear in your heart and mountains will move out of your way.

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by.