“I make people uncomfortable. The kind ones get angry because their kindness doesn't work. The unkind ones get angry because they think I'm attacking… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
So, that was Nature's way. The mosquito felt pain and panic but the dragonfly knew nothing of cruelty. Humans would call it evil, the… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“We'll never feel safe again, and so it's bye-bye innocence. It's been nice knowing you, but you're gone now.” — John Marsden Copy Share Image
My pen.’ Funny, I wrote that without noticing. ‘The torch’, ‘the paper’, but ‘my pen’. That shows what writing means to me, I guess.… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“Life’s about a hell of a lot more than being happy. It’s about feeling the full range of stuff: happiness, sadness, anger, grief, love,… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“I lay there with my mind running amuck, on the brink of madness. And somehow, gradually, early Sunday morning, I became calm. I can't… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“In this life of froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone. Kindness in another’s trouble, Courage in your own.” — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“There’s life in his face again. It occurs to me that this is the best thing I could have done, it’s actually a great… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
Life's about a hell of a lot more than being happy. It's about feeling the full range of stuff: happiness, sadness, anger, grief, love,… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“It'd be funny if one of them was called Gavin. Funny but irrelevant.” — John Marsden Copy Share Image
When you're scared you can either give in to the panic and let your mind fall apart, or you can take charge of your… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“Cynicism is like gastro: it goes through your whole system and makes you shitty.” — John Marsden Copy Share Image
It seems like suffering's the only time we can see what's essential. If peace ever comes back I'm making a vow: I'll design myself… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“But somehow, standing in the clear night air, under a sky that glowed like a shower of sparks, none of that stuff mattered. It… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
