It's a lucky child that knows that they're a genius, unaimed and all that. — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
Writing for adults, you have to keep reminding them of what is going on. The poor things have given up using their… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
It does not seem to me that I have the right to foist a story on people, most of whom are children… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
"Eight Days of Luke" was refused by another confused publisher on the grounds that children shouldn't strike matches. When my agent pointed… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
This is ridiculous, I mean, wholly ridiculous. It never did any child any harm to have something that was a tiny bit… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Sophie and Howl were living - somewhat quarrelsomely it must be confessed, although they were said to be happiest that way - in the… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“What did you do?" said Charles. "You know that night all our shoes went into the hall," said Nirupam. "Well, we had a feast that night. Dan Smith made me get up the floorboards and get the food out. He says I have no right to be so large and so weak," Nirupam said resentfully, "and I was hating him… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share
“For a moment it seemed as if he was going to lose his temper too. His strange, pale eyes all but glared at Sophie.… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“The soldier was like that. He was an expert in getting other people to do what he wanted. The only creature that could make… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!” — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Typical!” he said to Sophie. “ I break my neck to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!” Sophie looked up at him. As she had feared, the hard black-and white light coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were still red-rimmed and his black… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share
“Howl said, "I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
