“There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.”

“There's something delicious about writing those first few words of a story. You can never quite tell where they will take you. Mine took me here, where I belong.”

“Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.”

“Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There was another story in the paper a week or so since. A gentleman had a favourite cat whom he taught to sit at the dinner table where it behaved very well. He was in the habit of putting any scraps he left onto the cat's plate. One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master's plate, the other on its own.”

“But not even Hitler can damage the fells'In 'The Tale of Beatrix Potter, A Autobiography' by Margaret Lane, first edition, page 170.”

“Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.”

“Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.”