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
How easy it is to think well of ourselves. Until the moment is upon us, we can never be certain.
I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.
No, no," said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us," he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.
I think imagination is at the heart of everything we do. Scientific discoveries couldn't have happened without imagination. Art, music, and literature couldn't exist without imagination. And so anything that strengthens imagination, and reading certainly does that, can help us for the rest of our lives.
Thinking is a bit uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it. A matter of time and practice.
I knew (Orr was fast). But I didn't know he was that fast.
It was 1943. The U.S. had already entered World War II, so I decided to join the army.
This was just a great game to watch. This is what Friday night football is all about.
I first wrote for adults, but when I started writing for young people, it was the most creative and liberating experience of my life.
Two cats can live as cheaply as one, and their owner has twice as much fun
King Arthur was one of my heroes - I played with a trash can lid for a knightly shield and my uncle's cane for the sword Excalibur.
Find what you want. I will find you.
Behind one truth there is always yet another.
Llonio said life was a net for luck; to Hevydd the Smith life was a forge; and to Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman a loom. They spoke truly, for it is all of these. But you,' Taran said, his eyes meeting the potter's, 'you have shown me life is one thing more. It is clay to be shaped, as raw clay on a potter's wheel.