“Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.”

“And the wooden shoe that sailed the skiesIs a wee one's trundle-bed;So shut your eyes while Mother singsOf wonderful sights that be,And you shall see the beautiful thingsAs you rock on the misty sea.”

“But I, when I undress meEach night, upon my kneesWill ask the Lord to bless meWith apple-pie and cheese.”

“No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.”

“All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.”

“What are you doing?” Len asked. “It will sound stupid if I tell you,” Jim said.“No it won’t. Tell me.”“I made a wish.”“What did you wish for?”Jim looked into his eyes, “That we will always be as happy as we are, right now, at this very moment in time.”

“There's lots of good fish in the sea...maybe...but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.”