Quotes from David Almond

You're so beautiful, Ella,' I told her. I tried to tell her more, but the words I had were not enough and the sounds came out as useless gasps and murmurs. I just held her close, closer. I ached to protect her from all darkness, all pain, and all death.

Ar manai, kad meil? gali pad?ti žmogui išgyti?

But to hell with them. Let's give them something to infect their waking and fire their dreams.

And I was there as well," he said. "And for one as old as me it's not so long ago, and it drove us all a little mad and a little sad and left us all with partly broken hearts.

Why should a book tell a tale in a dull straight line?

Galb?t mes amžini kažkaip kitaip...

Mes kaip maži paukš?iukai – pus? laiko b?name laimingi, o kit? pus? mirtinai išsigand?.

Kam reikalingi mentikauliai? - Sako, tose vietose buvo tavo sparnai. Kai buvai angelas. Dar sako, kad vien? dien? jie ten v?l išaugs. - Kaip manai, ar mažyl? tur?jo sparnus? - Esu tikra, kad taip. Tik pažvelk ? j?. Kartais man atrodo, kad iš tikr?j? ji dar nepaliko dangaus ir nepasiek? žem?s.

M?s?iau, kaip sunku iš pirmo žvilgsnio pasakyti, apie k? žmon?s galvoja ir kokie jie pal?ž?.

They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel,' she said. 'They say they're where your wings will grow again one day.

Yes, Miss," I said. "They are much much more mysterious. The past, for instance, was present to the people who lived in it. And the future will quickly become the present and will just as quickly become the past. And in our thoughts, the past and the present and the anticipation of the future exist together.

She bookmarked my texts, my notes, my scribblings. She walked through my thoughts, waded through my dreams.

A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.

Ella helped. Yes, she was a dreamer, but she had a way of doing her work without any fuss. She didn't understand the struggles some of us went through. If you had to write 1500 words you wrote 1500 words. You put one word then another then another then another.

There's no end to evolution.

They're common, but nevertheless very beautiful. A sparrow. These are tits.

He laughed, but he didn't smile.

What was?' said Dad. She crinkled her face up, like she was embarrassed. 'Well,' she said. 'I was lying here last night, tossing and turning. Kept getting up to look at her. Kept dropping off to sleep. And the strangest of dreams …' 'And … ?' said Dad. 'And I saw this man, that's all. Another dream, though

I feel the thinness of me, the littleness of me, and the vastness and the weirdness of me. I become the darkness all around, I become the night. Tomorrow I will be a different Davie, and I will be the day.

Me great achievement is that I have been happy, that I've never been nowt but happy

Why should I write what they told me to write just because they told me to write it?