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
children want different
Its always been the case that politicians want different things from children than good educators do. Good educators want imaginative, exploratory beings, but politicians just want economic units.
children kitten words-love
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!
light joy darkness
There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.
stars light dust
We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.
growing-up feelings littles
When you grow up", I said, "do you ever stop feeling little and weak?" "No," she says. "There's always a little frail and tiny thing inside, no matter how grown-up you are.
song bird tree
I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.
cat owl bats
Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.
dream
Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else.
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.
known
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angel wings one-day
They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel," she said. "They say they're where your wings will grow again one day.
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.
two wavering superstitions
My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.