He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once. — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
My favorite of my books is DAVE AT NIGHT, because it's loosely based on my father's childhood in an orphanage. — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
I was no hero. The dearest wishes of my heart were for safety and tranquility. The world was a perilous place, wrong for the… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
But what I really long to know you do not tell either: what you feel, although I've given you hints by the score of… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
No music. No rituals. At home I write in my office or on the laptop in the kitchen where our puppy likes to sleep,… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
I think kids abandon stories all the time. They start stories and get frustrated or get a different, better idea. I think that it… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
You see, writing down your meanderings gets something started deep in the recesses of your brain. That distant part of your mind knows that… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
In books and in life, you need to read several pages before someone's true character is revealed. — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
