She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask… — 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 rare saints, true evil produces rare monsters. The rest of us are semi-good, semi-bad, and we live our lives in a kind of half-happy, half-sad daze. We might hope that one sunny morning we find ourselves… — David Almond Copy Share
“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 me as I am now, and me like I'll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still… — David Almond Copy Share
“I have hair that drifts like seaweed when I swim. I have eyes that shine like rock pools. My ears are like scallop shells. The ripples on my skin are like the ripples on the sand when the tide has turned back again. At night I gleam and glow like sea beneath the stars and moon. Thoughts dart and dance… — David Almond Copy Share
