Quotes from Michael Bond

I have a flat in Paris and go there a lot, but the Eurostar's much more civilised than flying.

As a cameraman, I was paid to stand within a few feet of Yehudi Menuhin performing. I saw Rudolph Nureyev dancing. I couldn't believe I was being paid for that.

My daughter Karen was born in 1958, the year my first Paddington book came out, so she grew up with him.

Paddington Bear was a refugee with a label - 'Please look after this bear. Thank you', and he had a little suitcase.

I worked on 'Blue Peter' and 'Tonight' and lots of TV plays, filmed people like Rudolf Nureyev and Ted Heath, and ended up a senior cameraman with my own crew. I'd had my first short story published in 1947, and when my writing really started to take off I decided to go freelance, and eventually left the BBC in 1965.

It's nice having a bear about the house.

Please look after this bear.

I'm not a criminal," said Paddington, hotly. "I'm a bear!

If you really want something in this world,' said Olga simply, 'you'll never get it by sitting down and waiting. But if you go out and do things there's no knowing where you'll end up.

Oh well, bears will be bears," said Mr Brown.

I suppose," she said to Paddington as they stepped on the escalator, "we ought really to carry you. It says you're supposed to carry dogs, but it doesn't say anything about bears.

Mr. and Mrs. Brown first met Paddington on a railway platform. In fact, that was how he came to have such an unusual name for a bear, for Paddington was the name of the station.

PLEASE LOOK AFTER THIS BEAR. THANK YOU.

I daresay you'll be wanting some marmalade.

From the very beginning, there was not the slightest doubt that Olga da Polga was the sort of guinea pig who would go places.

The Browns were holding a council of war in the dining room, and Mr. Brown was fighting a losing battle.

he didn't think much of the ticket. He examined carefully the piece of green cardboard which he held in his paw. "It doesn't seem much to get for eighty pence," he said. After all the lovely whirring and clanking noises the ticket machine had made, it did seem disappointing. He'd expected much more for his money.

There was such a hullabaloo going on it was difficult to write up the notes in his scrapbook.

I write it, you read it, we share the joy.

Luckily he had found a piece of cloth on the balcony outside Mr Brown's room and so he'd been able to clean off the worst of the dirt before getting down to the important job of taking it to pieces and polishing it.

Beau Brummel

MRS BROWN STARED at Paddington in amazement. "Harold Price wants you to be an usher at his wedding?" she repeated. "Are you sure?

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