Emma Griffiths

“There is a time, between night and day, when land-scapes sleep. Only the earliest riser sees that hour; or the all-night traveller, letting up the blind of his railway-carriage window, will look out on a rushing landscape of stillness, in which trees and bushes and plants stand immobile and breathless in sleep—wrapped in sleep, as the traveller himself wrapped his body in his great-coat or his rug the night before.”
― Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden

“Hurry! hurry! the house seemed to whisper round him. The hour is passing … passing …”
― Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden

“What he really wanted was someone of his own. Someone to complete him. He wanted to belong to someone. To someone who could accept his differences and embrace him with them. He wanted unconditional love. More to the point, he wanted Terri’s unconditional love.”
― Lynsay Sands, Tall, Dark and Hungry

“But there are bars across the bottom of the window!’ he burst out. ‘This is a nursery! I’m not a baby!”
― Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden