Avi
Avi
American author of young adult literature and winner of the Newbery Medal in 2003.
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth23 December 1937
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
hurt mean causes
I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.' What's that?' I...trust you.' Why?' You'll never hurt me.' Thank you.' But...' But, what?' I said, 'That means I'll hurt you.' Why?' 'Cause, like I said, you'll never hurt me back.
heart men world
The more men see of the world, the bigger their hearts
wish limits seers
There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.
thinking soul mercy
All I can think is that when you torment a person...the soul dies. When the soul dies, I suppose mercy dies, too.
reading writing heaven
For heaven's sake, don't write writing. Write reading!
writing voice might
Let's agree then . . . if you're about to come to a conclusion, you'll head off in another direction. You might even find your own voice.
book writing adventure
I try to write about complex issues--young people in an adult world-- full of irony and contradiction in a narrative style that relies heavily on suspense with a texture rich in emotion and imagery. I take a great deal of satisfaction in using popular forms-- the adventure, the mystery, the thriller-- so as to hold my reader with the sheer pleasure of a good story. At the same time I try to resolve my books with an ambiguity that compels engagement. In short, I want my readers to feel, to think, sometimes to laugh. But most of all I want them to enjoy a good read.
men eyelashes blind
There are those who'd rob a blind man of his eyelashes if they could.
adventure gone thick-and-thin
It seems to me that you won't have had a proper series of adventures, unless you've gone through thick and thin.
love-you kissing aunt
Now give me a kiss, say you love me and off you go." "Sure, Aunt Lu," I said, and I gave her the kiss she wanted. Then I ran out and caught my bus. I didn't say I loved her. I guess I did. But asking someone to say they love you--and she always asked--is like buying yourself a birthday present. It's more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it.
mother father taken
I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothing… How odd, I thought; it had taken my mother’s death, Father Quinel’s murder, and the desire of others to kill me to claim a life of my own.
needs unhappiness cures
The cure for unhappiness...It's this: What a person needs is always more than they say.
america people tears
People are freer in America. But there are more tears.
wind mind sailor
A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.