I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was too distant for speech, and no thoughts -… — Gail Carson Levine Copy Share Image
But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles dusted his nose,… — 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
