David Almond
David Almond
David Almond FRSLis a British author who has written several novels for children and young adults from 1998, each one receiving critical acclaim...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth15 May 1951
father thinking able
Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can’t know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.
children kitten words-love
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!
book differences making-a-difference
A good bookshop is not just about selling books from shelves, but reaching out into the world and making a difference.
lying rivers joy
We have each other, and our stories twist and mingle like the twisting currents of a river. We hold each other tight as we spin and lurch across our lives. There are moments of great joy and magic. The most astounding things can lie waiting as each day dawns, as each page turns.
light grandpa matter
Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.
sleep night gone
Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.
writing down-and pages
The best tip for writing is just to write; to sit down and write, to begin doing it and not to be scared by the blank page.
rhythms sounds words
The sounds and rhythms of words are really important to me.
angel bird like-you
What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.
imagine
We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.
stupid thinking people
I thought how you can never tell just by looking at them what they were thinking or what was happening In their lives. Even when you got daft people or drunk people on buses, people that went on stupid and shouted rubbish or tried to tell you all about themselves, you could never really tell about them either... I knew if somebody looked at me, they'd know nothing about me, either.
light joy darkness
There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.
writing journey land
Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.
garden voice glasses
She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask them, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" And they will answer her in voices very like her own, but with new lilts and squeaks and splashes in them that show they are their own.