The Ocean at the End of the Lane

by Neil Gaiman

Adults follow paths. Children explore.

I was disappointed when I learned that it was just a less impressive daffodil.

Why do I find the hardest thing for me to believe, looking back, is that a girl of five and a boy of seven had a gas fire in their bedroom?)

I had never drunk soup in the bath before. It was a perfectly new experience.

‘You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.’