Quotes from Sally Gardner

There is nothing to fear except the power you give to your own demons.

You see, the what ifs are as boundless as the stars.

It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn't understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the same to me, both left holes. Holes in your heart holes in your life.

Many men spend their lives living in the wrong corner of their souls, mainly out of fear of what they might find on the other side.

If things were different, if there were no revolution, no war, no threads of light, if he were rich, would he go back to London with her and ask for her hand in marriage? He smiled, for the answer was simple. Yes, yes, he would.

Our story is over, though in its end lies its beginning.

I collect words--they are sweets in the mouth of sound.

He stroked Sido's cheek and bent down to kiss her, whispering what his heart had always known, what he had never said before to anyone. 'I love you, I always will.

Doubt is a great worm in a crispy, red apple.

Live you life, Sido, whatever happens. Live in the moment, don't live with regret.' He took his last kiss.

All she had to protect herself against him was silence, the one skill in which she had become an expert.

Few people can claim they are born into the right period of history. Most of us have to make do with the times we find ourselves in.

Honestly, I had no idea that the heart could cause such trouble and strife. It could be broken and still mend. It could be wounded and still heal. It could be given away still returned, lost and found. It could do all that and still you lived, though according to some, only just.

There are train-track thinkers, then there's you, Standish, a breeze in the park of imagination.

What more can anyone take from me?" said my father, his head bent down. "Everywhere I go I carry my hell with me.

He says nothing but I know he is listening. Words are the only medicine I have. 'You make sense of a world that is senseless. You gave me space boots so that I could walk on other planets. Without you, I'm lost. There's no left, no right. No tomorrow, only miles of yesterdays. It doesn't matter what happens now because I've found you. That's why I'm here. Because of you. You who I love. My best friend. My brother.

The floor had become a sea and the bed a ship, seen from a great distance. I could hear their voices calling me from far away. It lasted a minute or less. Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe I did not. It was an image that came to haunt me, and I have often wondered what would have happened if I had done as I was told and left the silver shoes alone. Would everything then have been alright?

He coughs. Not a good sound. Too deep, too full of coffins. Why is mankind so fucking cruel? Why?

I got through so much ink in the learning that the inkseller took to knocking at least once a week on the garden door. He had a gray solemn face that looked as if it was chiseled out of stone; he was stooped down like the letter C, as if he were Atlas carrying the weight of the world in his wooden barrel of ink. Maybe he did. I have learned that there is great power in words, no matter how long or short they be.

Colecciono palabras: son golosinas en la boca del sonido.

Tú me diste botas espaciales para que pudiera caminar por otros planetas. Sin ti me siento perdido. No sé si tirar a la derecha o la izquierda. No veo el mañana, sólo kilómetros y kilómetros de ayeres. Ahora que te he encontrado, ya no me importa lo que ocurra. Por eso he venido hasta aquí. Por ti. Porque te quiero.

My captain once said that you meet people in your life who you believe will be your companions on the road, only to discover that they fall by the wayside. Others who you meet without design climb mountains with you,

Creo que lo mejor que tenemos en la vida es la imaginación y tú de eso tienes a montones.

as if the words came not from her but from the breeze.