“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… — 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
