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“And I sometimes think that a moment of touching is the difference between complete utter despair and the ability to carry on.”
― The Court of the Stone Children
― The Court of the Stone Children
“That's what a poem is," Leslie said, "a feeling about some special time or place or happening, pressed into as few lines as it will go.”
― A Room Made of Windows
― A Room Made of Windows
“...his eyes were exactly the color of that gleaming golden-brown moss you see on stones under the clear water of running brooks.”
― A Spell Is Cast
― A Spell Is Cast
“It is impossible to explain anything to those who are both angry and terrified.”
― Stowaway to the Mushroom Planet
― Stowaway to the Mushroom Planet
“But real life is not art.”
― The Green and Burning Tree: On the Writing and Enjoyment of Children's Books
― The Green and Burning Tree: On the Writing and Enjoyment of Children's Books
“These are the last words written in my room made of windows (I'll always remember Greg saying that), and I am sitting on the floor with my back against the light well and all the furniture is gone and everything is bare and hollow and echoing. Now I have got to get the cats because Greg is calling me and Uncle Phil is down and we have to go.”
― A Room Made of Windows
― A Room Made of Windows
“What lies on the edge of perception, from where anything might come moving in?”
― The Court of the Stone Children
― The Court of the Stone Children
“Greg told me," said Uncle Hugh, "that that's what you call it. Not a journal. Why The Book of Strangenesses? I like it--but why?"
"Haven't I ever explained? But I suppose I never thought to. It's because I'm always being surprised by strangenesses, by what
happens to me, as if I'm always turning a corner and never can imagine exactly what lies ahead. So strange, Uncle Hugh--everything.
I've always felt I'll never get used to it, that I should be alive and the world the way it is, the things that happen we never could guess.
I've wondered if other people feel this way, but I'd never ask. It's too personal, like asking suddenly if they believe in God. Do you understand?”
― The Private Worlds of Julia Redfern
"Haven't I ever explained? But I suppose I never thought to. It's because I'm always being surprised by strangenesses, by what
happens to me, as if I'm always turning a corner and never can imagine exactly what lies ahead. So strange, Uncle Hugh--everything.
I've always felt I'll never get used to it, that I should be alive and the world the way it is, the things that happen we never could guess.
I've wondered if other people feel this way, but I'd never ask. It's too personal, like asking suddenly if they believe in God. Do you understand?”
― The Private Worlds of Julia Redfern
