“It was the world-without-adults daydream. In my dream I'd never quite figured out where the adults went but we kids were free to roam, to help ourselves to anything we wanted. We'd pick up a Merc from a showroom when… — John Marsden Copy Share Image
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
“Cynicism is like gastro: it goes through your whole system and makes you shitty.” — John Marsden Copy Share
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
“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
