A shadowless man is a monster, a devil, a thing of evil. A man without a shadow is soulless. A shadow without a man is a pitiable shred. Yet together, light and dark, they make a whole. — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
And for adults, the world of fantasy books returns to us the great words of power which, in order to be tamed, we have excised from our adult vocabularies. These words are the pornography of innocence, words which adults no… — 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… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
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… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
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… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
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
