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David Almond Biography

David Almond FRSL (born 15 May 1951) is a British author who has written several novels for children and young adults from 1998, each one receiving critical acclaim.

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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.

Joy, Lurch, Lying, Page, Rivers, Stories

The dead are often known to eat 27 and 53

Dead, Eat, Known

Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.

Footstep, Further, Journey, Land, Writing

There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.

Darkness, Joy, Light, Lost

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.

Angel, Beast, Bird, Like You, Said, Whispered

Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else.

Dream, Maybe, Nothing

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.

Dust, Light, Pathway, Stars, Start, Walking

This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light.

Enough, Joy, Kit, Light, Our World

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.

Able, Father, Know, Sister, Thinking

Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in there jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journy of exploration and discovery.

Book, Chest, Cities, Discovery, Journy

My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.

Explores, Frontier, Superstition, Superstitions, Two, Wavering

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.

Angel, Blades, Day, One Day, Said, Wings

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.

Dream, Dreams, Muddled, Truth

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

Bird, Like, Pen, Sit, Song, Tree

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.

Bats, Cat, Dance, Meander, Owl

A good bookshop is not just about selling books from shelves, but reaching out into the world and making a difference.

Book, Differences, Making, Making A Difference, Shelves, World

Then what shall I write? I can't just write that this happened then this happened then this happened to boring infinitum. I'll let my journal grow just like the mind does, just like a tree or beast does, just like life does. Why should a book tell a tale in a dull straight line? 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.

Book, Boring, Cat, Happened, Tree, Writing

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

Gone, Night, Rest, Sleep, World

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.

Daft, Lives, People, Stupid, Thinking

We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

Allow, Imagine, See

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