Quotes from Shannon Hale

I feel like a tiny bug, and the world is a hungry bird looking down at me.

Falling in love and falling to your death feel about the same, I thought. And I almost laughed.

Life feels like fall of itself." "'A dream within a dream." "And I want to wake up.

I cut all day and I squared all night And I thought I'd mined the mountain's might Then I saw all my work by the bright dawn light The mountain was the world and my labor a mite

If it had been a color, it might have been green. If it had touched her ears, it might have sounded rhythmic, like the creak of a rocking chair or drone of a bee. If it had a scent, it might have been sweet and drowsy, like fresh pine on the fire.

Each time, Jane's heart banged, her skin chilled, and she clamped down on the distracting ache in her gut with a bowl of something naughty, like Cocoa Pebbles.

Mr. Nobley: I assure you, I am taking an inordinate amount of pleasure from this ball, but none of it has to do with any of these bumblers.

Generally speaking, if a guy breaks your jaw and leg and cuts off your robotic arm, you file charges and get a restraining order. The only exception is when subtle machinations are needed to save the world from a massive, catastrophic alien takeover. But in no other circumstance.

More than a thousand days we've been together, more than a thousand songs I've sung for her, and only now, I think, do I see Saren truly begin to heal.

Raven mumbled something. "Eh? What was that? Speak up! Don't mumble like a caterpillar." "I said, I don't want to scare them." Baba Yaga picked up a blue spray bottle and squirted Raven in the face with water, making Raven blink. "This is how I train my cats not to jump up on my spell table. They learn after a while. Maybe you will, too.

That's right! Besides, like I'd ever let my sister drown my pet butterflies. I regularly whip her butt in Grimmnastics class.

Briar thrust a crystal cup with a silver spoon into Apple's hands. "Whipped air. Try it. Totally invisible and totally good." Apple dipped the spoon into the empty cup and touched it to her tongue. The nothingness tasted like chocolate-raspberry swirl. "Mm, this is amazing.

Thinking it's impossible makes it so.

I don't know what you're talking about." "I feel the same way all the time!

Felix can't act his way out of a box." "Boxes are tricky," Felix said, frowning. "And sometimes they're taped shut.

No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

A castle of defense, a bastion of might A fort where the wise teach the young to fight An armory of weapons, sharp as hooks Are wrapped in leather and shelved as books

Dizzy, chilly, and beat, Raven collapsed on her bed. She rolled over, sensing a pea under the mattress. Typical Orientation Week prank. She dug around, found the pea, and tossed it across the room.

Maybe I got a few words wrong, but that's so near how the conversation went, I'm going to call it truth.

When thoughts aren't sticking, are thicker than stew What is true? What to do? When strife is looming, naught brewing for you Ask anew, what to do? Peder

I didn't raise you I be good and weak. I raised you to be powerful and happy.

Maybe T-shirts should stick to something obvious, like i'm a girl or 80% water or likely to breathe.

Ani stood. "We came back here to beg your help, and before I even ask you're waiting for me at the door." "Don't look so surprised," said Enna. "You should know by now that the Forest grows 'em loyal. Does a pine kick a bird out of its limbs or the moss off its bark?" "Am I the moss on your bark, then?" said Ani. Enna grabbed her around her waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know.

Ingridan was an ancient city. Memory ached in its stone arches, crept down its narrow alleys, sluiced through its seven rivers. And its newest memory still burned, raw and sore — a failed war, a nation shamed, and an army dishonored.