“Well, well,” she murmurs as I back away. She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through it. “You’re right,” she says. “The boy’s a living work of art.” — David Almond Copy Share Image
“Well, well,” she murmurs as I back away. She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through… — David Almond Copy Share Image
“I do think there is evil. But it is very rare. It is as rare as true goodness. And just as true goodness produces… — David Almond Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to… — David Almond Copy Share Image
“A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.” — David Almond Copy Share Image
“She points at my chest. “And much more interestingly, what’s that?” “Blood,” I say. She gets her camera out.” — David Almond Copy Share Image
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do! — David Almond Copy Share Image
The best tip for writing is just to write; to sit down and write, to begin doing it and not to be scared by… — David Almond Copy Share Image
They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel," she said. "They say they're where your wings will… — David Almond Copy Share Image
“I love afternoons like that, like when we talk about things like metempsychosis, when we learn so much, and explore so much, and ideas… — David Almond Copy Share Image
I don't want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and… — David Almond Copy Share Image
“I have hair that drifts like seaweed when I swim. I have eyes that shine like rock pools. My ears are like scallop shells.… — David Almond Copy Share Image
