Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.

Every time I go to the market, Andy says, 'Don't forget the Triscuits!'