59 Quotes by Jeanne DuPrau

The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren’t the master of yourself anymore. Anger is.

Tick wanted power. He wanted glory. He wanted war, with himself in command. He had raised his army.

In the second row was a boy named Doon Harrow. He sat with his shoulders hunched, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and his hands clasped tightly together. His hair looked rumpled, as if he hadn’t combed it for a while. He had dark, thick eyebrows, which made him look serious at the best of times and, when he was anxious or angry, came together to form a straight line across his forehead. His brown corduroy jacket was so old that its ridges had flattened out.

She started back down the trail. If no dogs find the food, she thought, maybe squirrels will. Or that white bear. Or if no one finds it, then it can all be for God. Only not for the Prophet’s God, her mean, picky God who dislikes so many things. It’s for my God, the god of dogs and snakes and dust mites and albino bears and Siamese twins, the god of stars and starships and other dimensions, the god who loves everyone and who makes everything marvelous.

His vision of the future, already shadowed by anxiety, had just grown several shades darker.

She flicked off the TV.

You should THINK about what’s the right thing to do. Not just take someone’s word for it” -Grover.

The people of Ember were just as grubby as the people of Sparks; everyone looked more or less the same.

Lina laughed. So did Doon. A look went between them, like a quick current of electricity.