Joan Lowery Nixon (February 3, 1927 – June 28, 2003) was an American journalist and author, specializing in historical fiction and mysteries for children and young adults.
In a mystery, you must play fair by giving all the clues, but disguise them by immediately distracting the reader with something else.
I know why people die of hopelessness. It comes on like a thick blanket, covering your thoughts, your confidence, creeping into your mind and filling the corners. I lie in the dark, suffocating under horrible dispare, wishing I were dead. I sleep, then wake, then sleep. The sleep is filled with monstrous dreams that attack, cry out, and vanish, leaving me once more awake and staring into the darkness. Help me! My mind is screaming, but there is no one to hear.
Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.
Virtual reality is a self-created form of chosen reality. Therefore it exists.
Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world.
There's more to getting to where you're going then just knowing there's a road.
Work extra hard on the beginning of your story, so it snares reader's instantly. And know how you're going to end your story before you start writing. Without a sense of direction, you can get lost in the middle.
Life is not easy. We all have problems-even tragedies-to deal with, and luck has nothing to do with it. Bad luck is only the superstitious excuse for those who don't have the wit to deal with the problems of life.
Don't matter if you believe in them or not. If they're there, they're there,' Mrs. Phipps said.
Having a baby is part of a woman's life, and it is surely a great waste to be afraid of life.
Each of us from the seance stood alone. Like so many pillars of salt, we had tried to look back and failed. And in the eyes of the others who shared the pale, flat sky with us, there was sometimes suspicion, sometimes a little fear.
To my way of thinking, the slavery issue is just an excuse to allow some people to do hateful things and feel righteous about it.