I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes.… — Gail Carson Levine Boxes Copy Share Image
Father asks frequently in his letters whether I fancy any Ayorthaian young lady or any in our acquaintance at home. I say… — Gail Carson Levine Acquaintance Copy Share Image
The Writer's Oath I promise solemnly: 1. to write as often and as much as I can, 2. to respect my writing… — Gail Carson Levine Accepting Copy Share Image
I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad I must be sure you don't overlook. — Gail Carson Levine I trust you Copy Share Image
No sign of pleasure greeted the announcement. The mood in the hall was leaden. My mood was livelier. Fright is livelier than… — Gail Carson Levine Announcements Copy Share Image
Do you like to slide?" His voice was eager. Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. "No, Majesty. I'm… — Gail Carson Levine Affliction Copy Share Image
I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far… — Gail Carson Levine Bent Copy Share Image
Luck was with me. I saw no spiders. Luck was against me. I saw no specters. — Gail Carson Levine Luck Copy Share Image
She asks why I like her. Might as well ask Why I breathe. Maybe tomorrow I won't Breathe or like her Anymore.… — Gail Carson Levine Asking Copy Share Image
I had always been the hardest on myself when I drew and painted. I am not hard on myself when I write.… — Gail Carson Levine Hard Copy Share Image
I love having written. Sometimes I love writing. I love to revise. Revising is my favorite part of writing. — Gail Carson Levine My favorite Copy Share Image
“Darling, everyone is beautiful in her own way, and I am a fairy.” — Gail Carson Levine Beauty Copy Share Image
“Instead of making me docile, Lucinda’s curse made a rebel of me. Or perhaps I was that way naturally.” — Gail Carson Levine Docile Copy Share Image
“I pushed your boat out of the gentle stream where you were merrily singing and rowing Forgive me life is but a… — Gail Carson Levine Life Copy Share Image
But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face… — Gail Carson Levine Caught Copy Share Image
