“Our house is quiet, small and plain, and yet its rooms run far and wide. A hundred pencils, swift as rain, writing on sheets of beaten gold would not be quick enough to hold the strange adventures shadows hide...” — Nancy Willard Copy Share Image
“Our house is quiet, small and plain, and yet its rooms run far and wide. A hundred pencils, swift as rain, writing on sheets… — Nancy Willard Copy Share Image
“It is time to turn on the moon. It is time to live by a different light.” — Nancy Willard Copy Share Image
If prayers worked, Hitler would have been stopped at the border of Poland by angels with swords of fire. — Nancy Willard Copy Share Image
I haven't a clue how my story will end, but that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the… — Nancy Willard Copy Share Image
“In this vale of tears we must take what we're sent, feathery, leathery, lovely or bent.” — Nancy Willard Copy Share Image
