“...maybe one day we all had wings and one day we'll all have wings again." "D'you think the baby had wings?" "Oh, I'm sure that one had wings. Just got to take one look at her. Sometimes I think she's… — David Almond Copy Share Image
“Well, well,” she murmurs as I back away. She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through… — David Almond Copy Share
“I do think there is evil. But it is very rare. It is as rare as true goodness. And just as true goodness produces… — David Almond Copy Share
“Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to… — David Almond Copy Share
“A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.” — David Almond Copy Share
“She points at my chest. “And much more interestingly, what’s that?” “Blood,” I say. She gets her camera out.” — David Almond Copy Share
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do! — David Almond Copy Share
The best tip for writing is just to write; to sit down and write, to begin doing it and not to be scared by… — David Almond Copy Share
They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel," she said. "They say they're where your wings will… — David Almond Copy Share
“I love afternoons like that, like when we talk about things like metempsychosis, when we learn so much, and explore so much, and ideas… — David Almond Copy Share
I don't want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and… — David Almond Copy Share
“I have hair that drifts like seaweed when I swim. I have eyes that shine like rock pools. My ears are like scallop shells.… — David Almond Copy Share
Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. — David Almond Copy Share
“I said, 'Do you know what shoulder blades are for?' She giggled. 'Do you not even know that?' she said. 'Do you?' 'It's a… — David Almond Copy Share
