Quotes from Shannon Hale

You drink root beer while you watch an NBA game? You are an American wannabe, aren't you?" "That is perhaps the most horrid thing you could say to an Englishman." "Worse than French wannabe?" "Well, there is that.

A smell caught Kitty's attention, yanking her thoughts back to the present. The scent of someone she knew, but up on the roof? Curiosity had never hurt Kitty. She crept along, her feet silent on the roof tiles, following the peachy, creamy smell. By Humpty Dumpty's shell, it was Darling Charming! Locked up in a metal box on the roof! Honestly, and people said that Wonderlandians were weird.

1 Pardon this highly unusual footnote, but I must break the Narrator's "fourth wall" to explain that this story will be "tricksy" in more than one way. Kitty Cheshire does not like being narrated. She seems to be aware of my watching her, and she resists. At times her thoughts and feelings squirm away from my inspection. I shall do my best, however, to narrate a completely true story about Ever After's most elusive character.

The god of creation broke me from stone The mountain's the only ma I've known My pa is the blue sky sheltering me So stone I am and stone I'll be

Perhaps I'm just afraid of the uncertainty to come. When I'm moving on a journey, the ending is still unknown and possibly wonderful. But once I arrive, it's hard to keep imagining.

Can't stand war. Gets in the way of order and process and all the good things

because I read that a gentleman gives a lady flowers, and I thought maybe I'm not a gentleman, but no reason not to treat you like a lady

Rollan didn't admit the other reason.

The dead cannot sleep long when the moon is round The dead toss and turn deep in the muddy ground The dead never rest well in the living house The dead hear the secrets the owl tells the mouse

Sometimes things aren't impossible the first time I try, because I don't know they're impossible yet.

but I suddenly had to see you again. I know that seems ridiculous, but I look at you, and I feel sure of something.

Cut it out!" Jane said, pushing Nobley back and putting herself between them. She felt more like a teacher stopping a schoolboy scuffle than an ingénue with two brawling beaus. "M-m-martin's gay!" Nobley said. "I am not! You're thinking of Edgar." "Who the hell is Edgar?" "You know, that other gardener who always smells of fish." "Oh, right." Jane raised her hands in exasperation.

Then Rin was hugging him. Relief and joy swelled inside her till she thought she would burst. "Uh . . . ," Razo said, patting her head as if she might be crazy. "You were dead," she mumbled against his chest. "I was? Well, I wish someone had told me. Would've been nice to relax on my back for a while. Um, how'd I die?

It is a shame you plan to go home after the summer. With just one more year you could become a tutor. Cat's-eye green would become you, Miri of Mount Eskel.' 'Just one more year?' she asked. He nodded. 'Or stay two years, don the honey-drop robes, and become the first historian of Mount Eskel. You have a keen mind. One day you could wear raven's head.' She

Once numbness shuts down a damaged heart, a miracle is required to restart it. Things would prove rough for our heroine. Her only hope was Jane Austen.

But fluttery hope suggested that when she was ready to open back up, perhaps all emotions wouldn't be stones-pressing-chest horrible. She had no specific expectations. She just contemplated that bird's heartbeat inside her and considered it was time to take a chance.

Go get dressed, Eddie," she called out. "If any hopeful murderers attack us, Lizzy has promised to beat them with her curling iron.

After two days, Gilsa allowed her to rise awhile and follow her around the yard, though she was not to lift so much as a chicken's egg. When Ani shadowed Gilsa into the coop anyway, Gilsa slapped her hands away from the task and then asked her what the chickens were saying. "'People are here to take the eggs' and so on. Chickens aren't the best conversationalists." "I'm glad," said Gilsa. "Makes me feel better about eating them.

Everything is possible and nothing is not possible except possibly the impossible.

The only things that excited her father, the king, more than a good ball were sustainable logging practices

The Creator spoke the first word, and all that lived on the earth awoke and stretched and opened their mouths and minds to say the word. Through many patterns of stars, they all spoke to one another, the wind to the hawk, the snail to the stone, the frog to the reeds. But after many turnings and many deaths, the languages were forgotten. Yet the sun still moves up and down, and the stars still shift in the sky, and as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

We tend to think of life as linear. As if each moment, each year, has to be better than the last, and if it's not, we failed.So be patient with yourself, Josie. Don't judge yourself by any one moment. Allow yourself room to change

barrels of honey

What's the difference between poo and poop anyway?" "Poo is what goes in the toilet; poop is what you find on your front lawn." "So is poo determined purely by its maker, or does it refer to its semiaquatic state?" "Uh . . . all I got is poo. You'll have to ask Felix about the details." "He is the poomeister." "Is he?" "Naw, I just liked the way it sounded.