Kidlit Quotes

“His mother always told him he would “be a real somebody, be important someday.” And now that she was gone, he wanted to prove her right all the more.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Suddenly, an idea swooshed into his marsupial brain like a small propeller plane buzzing a crowd. ‘Why didn’t I think of that?”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“The smell of green grass was rich and comforting. He felt better already. This is splendid. We can all go for a garbage buffet tonight.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“My tail is prehensile, but I certainly don’t tie it in knots,” Oswald said proudly.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“You’re as surprised as I am. But I guess it’s true, the only guarantee in this world is change”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Taught us all a lesson about the kindness of strangers, eh?” Tiny said.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Joey, you’re a terrific human, my favorite, as a matter of fact. You mustn’t forget that. Ever. Will you give me your word?”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“I didn’t lose him. He’s not a set of keys, or an acorn”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“I appreciate that, Joey. It’s just that I’ve come to enjoy being more of an animal. At least a bit”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“There’s no need for hyperbole.’ Oswald paused to see if Melvin understood this big word. Oswald was going to be famous, and fame, he knew, came with responsibilities, like setting a good example for others, being a role model.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“The light inside houses was always so golden yellow. Oswald wondered if humans saved up sunshine and piped it through their lamps.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“And he always felt better with an aim and a purpose.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Thank you. The air across my wings again is heaven.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“It was like rush hour on four paws”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Books are like ice cream; there is a flavor for everyone!”
― K. Lamb

“Your carbon dioxide is breaking my concentration.”
― Emma Lesko, Super Lexi

“Kittens!
How did I not know about kittens?!
They’re boomeranging on the rocks—
like a hurricane and a hug, all in one.”
― Judith L. Roth, Cadence and Kittenfish: A Mermaid Tale

“Ah yes, the bare basics of being a parent: just don't disown your kids and want them to go to Hell.”
― Charleigh Frederick, Demon Scout

“Up in the sky, a star twinkled just right. The Buffalo understood.
Millions of heavy-hoofed beasts stormed the heavens, jolting Kokum from bed.”
― Deirdre Havrelock, Buffalo Wild

“Buffalo belong to the Creator.”
― Deidre Havrelock, Buffalo Wild!

“Spain is where Gray’s godmother, Red Wire, and her husband, Red Dancer, had made their home. Their feathers were bright crimson-pink. They were high-energy and great sky-dancers.”
― Suzy Davies, The Flamingos Who Painted The Sky

“Hold on!” Queenie said in a loud voice. “I want to see who is here!”

Queenie, the bird mum, counted her children.

“Gray’s missing, Mum,” Pinky said, puffing out her pink feathers.

“Yes, Pinky!”

“Ah, never mind!” Queenie thought. “He will get here, slowly, but surely!”
― Suzy Davies, The Flamingos Who Painted The Sky

“Hold on!” Queenie said in a loud voice. “I want to see who is here!”
Queenie, the bird mum, counted her children.
“Gray’s missing, Mum,” Pinky said, puffing out her pink feathers.
“Yes, Pinky!”
“Ah, never mind!” Queenie thought. “He will get here, slowly, but surely!”
― Suzy Davies, The Flamingos Who Painted The Sky

“Always, I do,” Mrs. Christmas said emphatically. “Mind you, it’s different these days. Not many goin’ now. Football’s the new religion. Me, I like to go to
Saint Mary’s for the carols.”
― Suzy Davies, The Snow Queen”
― Suzy Davies, The Snow Queen

“Look at the moon," sighed Housie..."Is it true, Ratty, what they say?"
"Not really, I don't think it's really made of cheese," breathed Ratty. The river seemed to sigh with the motion of the oar, in and out of the water.
"Why not?" asked Housie Mousie.
"Someone would have eaten it long ago!" Ratty replied.”
― Suzy Davies

“Aunty Whimsy: I've visited forests under the sea, savored cotton candy pink tea, and met the pope of a very small country! And these are only some of the many special things our world has to offer--if you're willing to seek them out!
Safia: Have you experienced them all yet?
Aunty Whimsy: Oh! If only! The trouble with being a lover of this world is that you'll never have enough of it. No matter how old you get...You'll always find one more reason to stay in love. And that's why--the adventure never ends.”
― Reimena Yee, My Aunt Is a Monster

“They had always had a library room in the house, and it was filled floor to ceiling with hundreds of books. She spent many long blanket-wrapped winter days and hot summer afternoons lounging on the shaggy carpet, her stormy grey eyes scouring the pages, trying to soak up facts, adventures, or mysteries.”
― Lauren de Leeuw, Secrets in the Islands: A Sami Series Adventure

“No one! That’s the point.” Alaya turned, eyes
looking fierce again.
“This forest is older than people can even comprehend. And the ocean around this island has always been for everyone. Humans are here to protect the earth and to live in peace with it. Not destroy it like Old Ugly has.”
― Lauren de Leeuw, Secrets in the Islands: A Sami Series Adventure

“Determination filled her as she made up her mind. Her parents did this for a living, and she was going to prove in her own way that she could be useful on these trips. She would be a part of the family business and help find these artifacts that seemed to be disappearing into the mist.”
― Lauren de Leeuw, Secrets in the Islands: A Sami Series Adventure

“Late afternoons were for resting in the hammock that hung between the Three Sisters, my favourite trio of birch trees, a book resting on my chest. Other days, I would follow my imagination around our property, my bare feet sinking into pillows of soft moss and rough lichens as I climbed up rock faces or followed a path of fallen pine needles. I would name each plant and tree around me as I filled my pockets with acorns, my soles hardened by the end of the summer.”
― Kristyn Jewell, Poppy and Pa