Showing posts with label Shannon Hale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shannon Hale. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Shannon Hale, on books and reading:

 
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting.
She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
- Shannon Hale.


Saturday, September 28, 2024

Shannon Hale, on writing:

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

- Shannon Hale.


Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Wednesday, July 3, 2024

Shannon Hale, on words:

 
Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff.
Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze.
Words can sing.
- Shannon Hale.


Tuesday, June 25, 2024