Quotes from Jenny Nimmo

I work in a room overlooking the river. I try to get to my desk as soon as I've fed my cats and chickens. I use a blue 3B pencil and scribble away for about 20 pages before transferring it to the computer.

Waiting and hoping is a hard thing to do when you've already been waiting and hoping for almost as long as you can bear it.

You let their friendship continue because Maisie looks after your son while you're gallivanting around the country disguised as Sherlock Holmes" - Uncle Paton Yewbeam

He found himself in a room not unlike the shop. All books again, packed tight on shelves or laying in piles on every surface. It was a cozy room, for all that ; it smelled of warm, rich words and very deep thoughts.

It was an exceptional sensation, reading by spiderlight.

Dad will come back,' said Charlie quietly. When Mrs Bone turned to him, she didn't look sad at all, in fact she was smiling. 'You know, Charlie, I'm beginning to believe you,' she said. 'After what happened to Henry, I can believe almost anything.

Manfred sighed. He looked at the ceiling and declared, 'I am behind words on the way to music beneath a wing and before trumpets, masks and brushes.' He paused for effect and brought his gaze back to Charlie. 'Do I make myself clear?' In any other circumstances, Charlie would have said, 'Clear as ditchwater,' but as the situation was already pretty grim, he decided to say, 'Yes, Manfred.

For the truth is in men's heads and in their hearts. Do not always put your trust in words that you see on paper.

He knelt in the grass and gently pulled off the helmet. A familiar face smiled up at him. Charlie couldn't speak. His astonishment, his joy was too great. He could feel the others gathering behind him, murmuring, 'It can't be!' 'Is it, really?' 'Why didn't we know?

After lights out Charlie and Fidelio went to the bathroom

GABRIEL SILK

books are awsome

Jenny Nimmo

Me?" She smiled. "I'm the lodestone of the house. I keep you all from flying off into the dark.

Trotzdem war es hier gemütlich; es doch nach warmen, gehaltvollen Wörtern und Tiefen Gedanken

the earth under his feet, Timoken said, "I'm going for my camel." "Your camel!" the wizard

Even in sleep, the wizard had an iron grip.

I've read up on magic, and I think it sets you free, and it gives you hope. You can explore worlds you didn't know existed. It stretches your imagination, and I like my own imagination to be stretched and also the children I'm telling the story to. It gives you a sense of wonder.

Inspiration comes from the world around me. I'm an inveterate eavesdropper.

There's nothing like the peace of the countryside, the quiet and the lack of distraction. It helps you to focus your mind.

My father died when I was quite small, so my uncle used to buy me books and read them to me.

Every book that you pick up takes you a step away from your real world, but if you read a book about magic, it takes you an extra two steps.

I had written two or three books before my husband noticed that in every one of them a family member was missing. He suggested that it was because my father's death, when I was five, utterly changed my world. I can only suppose he is right and that this is the reason I am drawn to a narrative where someone's life is changed by loss.

I try not to identify too strongly with any of my characters. I like to stand back and see them objectively. I think this is why I often use boys instead of girls, just in case I get too close and lose the overall picture.