What was can never be again.
Jane YolenThe thing about endings is, they can begin quietly enough. That's how they sneak up on you.
Jane YolenHe wishes to be far away, either at sea or on the shore. In between, he realizes, is the most difficult of all places to be.
Jane YolenI have always been jealous of artists. The smell of the studio, the names of the various tools, the look of a half-finished canvas all shout of creation. What do writers have in comparison? Only the flat paper, the clacketing of the typewriter or the scrape of a pen across a yellow page. And then, when the finished piece is presented, there is a small wonder on one hand, a manuscript smudged with erasures or crossed out lines on the other. The impact of the painting is immediate, the manuscript must unfold slowly through time.
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A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old.
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You can only chase a butterfly for so long.
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Happy-ever-after is a fairy-tale notion, not history. I know of no woman who escaped from Chelmno alive.
Jane YolenA mist still lay all about the walls and floors, hovering like a last breath on the lips of all the sleepers. As he walked through the castle, he marveled at how many lay asleep: the good people, the not-so-good, the young people and the not-so-young, and not one of them stirring. Not one.
Jane YolenAll around the castle, a briary hedge began to grow, with thorns as sharp as barbs.
Jane YolenI must fill myself with sorrow if I am to give you what you want.
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