‘There’s no making her do anything. Not her. She’s Mary Poppins.’
‘But you’re God,’ said Jane. ‘You created everybody and everything. They have to do what you say.’
‘Not her,’ said God the Father once again, and he scratched his golden beard flecked with white. ‘I didn’t create her. She’s Mary Poppins.’
— The Problem of Susan, Neil Gaiman
(Illustration aus The Widow’s Broom von Chris van Allsburg)