Lloyd Alexander
Lloyd Alexander
Lloyd Chudley Alexanderwas a widely influential American author of more than forty books, primarily fantasy novels for children and young adults. His most famous work is The Chronicles of Prydain, a series of five high fantasy novels whose conclusion, The High King, was awarded the 1969 Newbery Medal for excellence in American children's literature. He won U.S. National Book Awards in 1971 and 1982...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth30 January 1924
CityPhiladelphia, PA
CountryUnited States of America
Stale water is a poor drink. Stale skill is worse. And the man who walks in his own footsteps only ends where he began.
There's this huge number of desperate people.
After seven years of writing - and working many jobs to support my family - I finally got published.
My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.
Count the deed, not the thought.
And so they lived many happy years, and the promised tasks were accomplished. Yet long afterward, when all had passed away into distant memory, there were many who wondered whether King Taran, Queen Eilonwy, and their companions had indeed walked the earth, or whether they had been no more than dreams in a tale set down to beguile children. And, in time, only the bards knew the truth of it.
When I was discharged, I attended the University of Paris and met a beautiful Parisian girl, Janine. We soon married and eventually returned to the States.
A man who claims to be fearless is an idiot or a liar.
The art is more important than the artist. The work is more important than the person who does it. You must be prepared to sacrifice all the you could possibly have, be, or do; you must be willing to go all the way for your art. If it is a question between choosing between your life and a work of art -- any work of art -- your decision is made for you.
Most cats do not approach humans recklessly. The possibility of concealed weapons, clods or sticks, tend to make them reserved. Homeless cats in particular-with some justification, unfortunately-consider humans their natural enemies. Much ceremony must be observed, and a number of diplomatic feelers put out, before establishing a state of truce.
If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.
It is harsh enough for each man to bear his own wound. But he who leads bears the wounds of all who follow him.
I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.
In the race of men is much greed and envy; but of truth, little.