Nobody gets praised for the right reasons.
She said ‘Over my dead body!’ so I took her at her word.
Things are going round and round in my head – or maybe my head is going round and round in things.
What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?
He picked up the skull and knocked an onion ring out of its eye socket. “I see Sophie has been busy again. Couldn’t you have restrained her, my friend?” The skull yattered its teeth at him. Howl put it down rather hastily.
Being a hero means ignoring how silly you feel.
Nobody can buy a hat without gossiping.
I’m going to bed, where I may die.
I feel ill,” he announced. “I’m going to bed, where I may die.” He tottered piteously to the stairs. “Bury me beside Mrs. Pentstemmon,” he croaked as he went up then to bed.
SHE LIKES MY SPARK!!!! – Calcifer.
Settle for what you can get, but first ask for the World. – Ka’a Ort’o, Gnomic Utterances, Civ.
The most she knew about gardens was the Bakers’ own backyard, which contained one large mulberry tree and a rosebush, plus the window boxes where her mother grew runner beans. She knew there was earth under the plants and that the earth contained worms. She shuddered.
And indeed if you think you’re a genius at something what you achieve is very much according to your expectations; if you think you’re no good, you’re not going to get anywhere.
To love someone enough to let them go, you had to let them go forever or you did not love them that much.
Writing for adults, you have to keep reminding them of what is going on. The poor things have given up using their brains when they read. Children you only need to tell things to once.
If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.
Happiness isn’t a thing. You can’t go out and get it like a cup of tea. It’s the way you feel about things.
My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.
Only thin, weak thinkers despise fairy stories. Each one has a true, strange fact hidden in it, you know, which you can find if you look.
But I discovered that people like me – they do, you know, if you like them – and then it was all right.