When I write it’s more a process of listening. I don’t pretend that there is some spirit standing beside me that tells me things. More and more I’ve become convinced that the great treasure to possess is the unknown. I’m going to write, I hope, a lot about that. It’s with my unknowing that I come to the myths. If I came to them knowing, I would have nothing to learn. But I bring my unknowing, which is a tangible thing, a clear space, something that’s been made room for out of the muddle of ordinary psychic stuff, an empty space.
Pamela Travers, The Art of Fiction No. 63. Interviewed by Edwina Burness, Jerry Griswold for The Paris Review.
Pamela Lyndon Travers , taken ca. 1924. “You do not chop off a section of your imaginative substance and make a book specifically for children, for — if you are honest — you have no idea where childhood ends and maturity begins. It is all endless and all one.” — Pamela Travers

Pamela Lyndon Travers , taken ca. 1924.

“You do not chop off a section of your imaginative substance and make a book specifically for children, for — if you are honest — you have no idea where childhood ends and maturity begins. It is all endless and all one.”

— Pamela Travers

There are worlds beyond worlds and times beyond times, all of them true, all of them real, and all of them (as children know) penetrating each other.
Pamela Lyndon Travers (August 9, 1899 – April 23, 1996) was a British author, born Helen Lyndon Goff in Maryborough, Queensland, Australia, most famous as the creator of the “Mary Poppins” series of stories.