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
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.
light joy darkness
There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.
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.
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.
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.
two wavering superstitions
My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.
imagine
We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.
crazy healing moon
I don't want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I'll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it's possible to be. I'm growing and I don't know how to grow. I'm living but I haven't started living yet.