Quotes from Shannon Hale

Is this why women wear heels? thought Jane. We hobble ourselves so we can still be rescued by men?

Even stories need a chance to sleep.

I've always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%. There's no way I can control the story you tell yourself from my book. Your own experiences, preferences, prejudices, mood at the moment, current events in your life, needs and wants influence how you read my every word.

Courage is feeling justly afraid and yet still doing what is right.

first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don't think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn't any plans on sharing our bed.

I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else.

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens

A heart is a heart in a child or a man.

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

Once she'd thought all the knowledge in the world was contained in the princess academy's thirteen books. Now she faced thousands. She wondered if she should curtsy as if she were entering a chapel.

Your head will be fine," said Miri. "It's your neck you should worry about.

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.

Ani told them all...telling more than needed telling, the stories clarifying and unifying themselves in her mind as she let them spill out of her mouth.

Without hope, it was impossible to fantasize.

He had the kind of face you wanted to kiss — lips, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, everywhere except his chin. That you wanted to bite.

Goodness knows she is too fierce for you Goodness knows she has eyes for a lord Goodness knows she yet will prove untrue Her cheek's blush is as false as her word

Later, when they would spend straight hours conversing in the dark, Jane would realize that Henry kissed the way he talked- his entire attention taut, focused, intensely hers.

She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady

I was thinking how you can't tell if a person's beautiful or not by her shadow...

So...did she just agree to sponsor the charter?" asked Katar. "I think so," Miri whispered. "You think so?"Katar grabbed the paper from Miri. "If I present this in session and the queen doesn't offer her sponsorship, 'I think so' isn't going to save my head." "Your head will be fine," said Miri. "It's your neck you should worry about.

Razo wasn't good at anything except maybe cramming two cherries up one nostril.

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

Will you accompany me in this dance?" he said, bowing and holding out his hand. "No, thank you." Miri smiled. The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance. Miri laughed self consciously. "I, uh, I was teasing.

I was sorry to lose it, and if you make me another one, I promise not to get taken captive by bandits and have to use it to save my life.