Quotes from Gail Carson Levine

I pushed your boat out of the gentle stream where you were merrily singing and rowing Forgive me life is but a nightmare

trading expedition

I never saw a lad, page or prince, so eager to learn to do a thing right.

My thoughts went to Mother, who probably wasn't sleeping, either. On nights when we were both troubled—usually about money—we'd each go to the kitchen and find the other there. I'd brew my auntwort tea, which had calming effects, and Mother would build up the fire if the night was chilly. Then we'd sit by the fireplace with quilts over our knees and play guessing games until our yawns came quicker than our ideas.

I'd be unnatural if I weren't enraged. And unnatural if I didn't act on my rage. Perhaps you couldn't help being angry. the earl answered, but you could certainly stop yourself from repaying one offense with another.

byjadh heemyeh odh ubaech achoedzaY Foolishness may have golden offspring. I hope yours does.

If it had writing, I read it: cereal boxes, ads on the subway, billboards, highway signs. I

Drualt cleared his throat and began the traditional stanzas from Drualt. They hadn't been said at weddings in his day, naturally, but they'd been said in Bamarre for centuries now. "Drualt took Freya's warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it . . ." Drualt's voice wavered. He pulled a handkerchief from the pouch at his waist and blew his nose. Then he began again.

What would I hold on to up there? His great ears? What if I fell and pulled an ear off with me, or grabbed his silver pendant and swung from his neck like a bell clapper? "No, thank you.

Hard farewell, With no greeting to come. Sad farewell, When love is torn away. Long farewell, Till Death dies. "But the lost one is with you. Her tenderness strengthens you, Her gaiety uplifts you, Her honor purifies you. More than memory, The lost one is found.

Good hearts weighed nothing with the queen.

I decided to drop it since he liked it so much. But I glanced at it first, and then I couldn't. I held a porcelain castle no bigger than my two fists, with six wee towers, each ending in a miniature candle holder. And oh! Strung between a window in each of two towers was a gossamer thread of china from which hung-laundry! A man's hose, a robe, a baby's pinafore, all thin as a spider's web. And, painted in a window downstairs, a smiling maiden waved a silken scarf.

I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad I must be sure you don't overlook. -Char to Ella

That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me.

There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over.

I assure you, we do not enjoy having so much fun.

We kissed and were wed.

Pink, gold, blue. I choose you!

Everyone called it losing Mother, but she wasn't lost. She was gone, and no matter where I went—another town, another country, Fairyland, or Gnome Caverns—I wouldn't find her.

My grandmother warned that too much reading would ruin my eyesight, but I couldn't hear her over the chatter of characters.

Danger, a quest, three figures. They are close to you, but they are not your friends." She let my hand go. "Beware of them!

I gathered them on my stomach and waited for sleep. But sleep was busy elsewhere.

Gnomic, "!chocH !choe echachoed dh zchoaK !chocH

Fairies] had faults, but they were perfectly themselves. Vidia, for instance, who was the fastest flier, didn't care about anybody but herself. She was by no means perfect, but she was perfectly Vidia. Fairies were concentrated, like bouillon cubes.