147 Quotes by Suzy Davies

So little Moon Pig put her snout into the soft dandelion head, which was round, and glowing, just like the moon. She blew and blew...

Quite soon, she would tell the secret. Mrs. Chapman put away her work in the long, wooden chest in her bedroom. For a few minutes, she peered through the frosty glass of her bedroom window, watching the snow tumble, earthwards. Then, the last drop of light was squeezed out from and ink black sky

The joy of reading is in discovery; a good writer creates, "gaps, spaces, and absences," in a richly layered text. He/she creates a desire in the reader to strive for meaning. Paradoxically, the writer guides the reader, but allows them some flexibility to recreate the text, thereby putting their own unique interpretation on what they have read.

The joy of reading is in discovery; a good writer creates "gaps," "spaces, and "absences," in a richly- layered text, and thus creates desire in the reader to strive for meaning. The author invites and guides the reader to make discoveries, and create his'her own interpretation of what he/she has read

With Writing, You Lose Yourself, Find Yourself, and Become Someone Else. Writing Changes The Writer and The Reader. It Goes to The Core of Your Being, Challenges Your Pre-Suppositions. It Leaves You Satisfied, and Unsatisfied.

The tall cityscape that was Anchorage encroached on the wide skies. It was like a giant walking and uninhabited, unclaimed land.

In some real life situations there is something of the Fairy Tale. Sometimes, we forget, that magic is there for the making, and the makers are ourselves. Sometimes, it is our enemies who spur us on. For a challenge is nothing without striving. We admire a hero who earns good fortune, who strives to be a better person, who acts in the interests of others against dark forces that would bring them down. In Fairy Tales, the ultimate winners are good and true.

As he spoke these words, a giant wave, just like the one in Katsushika Hokusai’s, “The Great Wave off Kanagawa,” rippled in below the lofty ledge.Chaiya saw a thousand images in a second.“Brothers!” he shouted.“Brothers! Brothers! Brothers!…”His voice echoed and vibrated through their hearts.They were all wide awake.“The presence in the cave will swallow us up,” Chaiya thought.

I was an unwilling passenger leaving the Big Country. I would miss the mountains and the waterfalls,the treks on broad horses' backs to hidden villages in secret valleys.