Oh, but I like my geese. Like cats, they can't be told what to do, and like dogs, they're loyal, and like… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Some people are born with the first word of a language resting on their tongue though it may take some time before… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Here's the thing about home: you can create it most anywhere, as long as you gather your people around you. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
When the mountain quaked Like an elbow's nudge Like a shout that something is wrong The people awoke and Knew, yes, knew,… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The army slew a thousand and showed little pity The king ordered fealty from the conquered city The prince charmed its people… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself-- — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
My ma says a rock lasts forever, but people don’t, and that’s what makes them more precious. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Well, write me into the list of Those Who Don’t Mind a Bit,” said Cupid, eyeing his perfectly toned arms and chest. “My, but… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Um… I guess that’s that,” said Cerise. “That?” said Maddie. “That is never that. This is that. Or else that is this. And this… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“He wildly combed his hair with his fingers. “I can’t bear to be out there with you right now, all those indifferent people watching… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
