The dead are often known to eat 27 and 53 David Almond More Quotes by David Almond More Quotes From David Almond The best tip for writing is just to write; to sit down and write, to begin doing it and not to be scared by the blank page. David Almond down-and pages writing Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. David Almond gone sleep night We have each other, and our stories twist and mingle like the twisting currents of a river. We hold each other tight as we spin and lurch across our lives. There are moments of great joy and magic. The most astounding things can lie waiting as each day dawns, as each page turns. David Almond rivers joy lying Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can’t know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine. David Almond able father thinking A good bookshop is not just about selling books from shelves, but reaching out into the world and making a difference. David Almond making-a-difference differences book Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land. David Almond land journey writing And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do! David Almond kitten words-love children Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light. David Almond grandpa light matter Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in there jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journy of exploration and discovery. David Almond cities discovery book Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else. David Almond dream There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it. David Almond light darkness joy Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing. David Almond bats cat owl She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask them, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" And they will answer her in voices very like her own, but with new lilts and squeaks and splashes in them that show they are their own. David Almond glasses voice garden We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine. David Almond imagine We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust. David Almond dust stars light This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light. David Almond our-world light joy My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two. David Almond wavering superstitions two What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that. David Almond like-you angel bird Yes. But sad's alright. Sad's just apart of everything David Almond alright I thought how you can never tell just by looking at them what they were thinking or what was happening In their lives. Even when you got daft people or drunk people on buses, people that went on stupid and shouted rubbish or tried to tell you all about themselves, you could never really tell about them either... I knew if somebody looked at me, they'd know nothing about me, either. David Almond stupid people thinking
