“It is winter now, and the roses are blooming again, their petals bright against the snow. My father died last April; my sisters no longer write, except at the turning of the year, content with their fine houses and their… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
“Part of her revolted against the insanity of the rules. Part of her was grateful. In a world of chaos, any guidelines helped. And… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
“Cinderella, until lately, has never been a passive dreamer waiting for rescue. The forerunners of the Ash-girl have all been hardy, active heroines who… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
Stories," he'd said, his voice low and almost husky, "we are made up of stories. And even the one's that seem the most like… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing... the rest will follow. — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
Just write. If you have to make a choice, if you say, 'Oh well, I'm going to put the writing away until my children are grown,' then you don't really want to be a writer. If you want to be a writer, you do your writing... If you don't do it, you probably don't want to be a writer, you… — Jane Yolen Copy Share
A child who can love the oddities of a fantasy book cannot possibly be xenophobic as an adult. What is a different color, a… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
“1. Write every day 2. Write what interests you. 3. Write for the child inside of you. (Or the adult, if you are writing adult books.) 4. Write with honest emotion 5. Be careful of being facile 6. Be wary of preaching 7. Be prepared for serendipity Finally I would remind you of something that Churchill told a group of… — Jane Yolen Copy Share
What is a vow... but the mouth repeating what the heart has already promised? — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so good, the young people and the not-so-young, and even Briar Rose's mother and father fell asleep. Everyone slept: lords and ladies, teacher and tummlers, dogs and doves, rabbits and rabbitzen and all kinds of citizens. So fast asleep… — Jane Yolen Copy Share
Readers re-create any story to suit their own needs. They re-clothe the story in their own shirts. Put simply: just as we write the… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
We all have such stories. It is a brutal arithmetic. But I - I am alive. You are alive. As long as we breathe,… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
