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
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.
angel bird like-you
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.
dream
Truth and dreams are always getting muddled,
book writing cat
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.
alright
Yes. But sad's alright. Sad's just apart of everything
book discovery cities
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.
light our-world joy
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.
father thinking able
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.
children kitten words-love
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!
book differences making-a-difference
A good bookshop is not just about selling books from shelves, but reaching out into the world and making a difference.
lying rivers joy
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.
light grandpa matter
Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.