How could anyone not want to live when there were so many things to live for? There were rainy nights and wind and the slap of the sea and the moon. There were books to read and pictures to paint… — Michelle Magorian Copy Share Image
When my younger son was 13 years old, he asked me to read 'Swallows and Amazons' to him while he made models. He liked… — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
Although I could read before I went to school, and I won the school reading prize at five years old, my early children's stories… — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
How could anyone not want to live when there were so many things to live for? There were rainy nights and wind and the… — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
My parents were wonderful people, but there were terrible rows between them, and at times I found the atmosphere at home unbearable. The Arthur… — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
“I’d rather be happy and odd than miserable and ordinary,' she said, sticking her chin in the air.” — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
At school, if I was ever bored in class, I would draw maps of islands or detailed interior of boats or lists of provisions… — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
“It occurred to him that strength was quite different from toughness and that being vulnerable wasn't quite the same as being weak.” — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
“Miss Thorne said no more. Poor boy, she thought, away from his loving home and now dumped with an irritable old man. Tom” — Michelle Magorian Copy Share
