Edward Eager

“Who steals my purse steals trash,” he said, “but who steals my sword steals honor itself, and him will I harry by…

— Edward Eager

“Really!” said the fat lady to Jane and Katharine and Martha, who were wedged tightly against her. “Stop shoving.” “I’m sorry, but…

— Edward Eager

The best kind of book," said Barnaby, "is a magic book." "Naturally," said John.

— Edward Eager

Still, even without the country or a lake, the summer was a fine thing, particularly when you were at the beginning of…

— Edward Eager

But in the garden the sun still shone. The innumerable bees hummed. The scent of thyme hung on the air. But only…

— Edward Eager

“In the summer you could take out ten books at a time, instead of three, and keep them a month, instead of…

— Edward Eager