Lloyd Alexander Quotes - Page 5

It was 1943. The U.S. had already entered World War II, so I decided to join the army.

-"He loved her...It was noble of him. It was beautiful." -"It was stupid.

You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.

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 can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.

Go back' Taran shouted at the top of his voice.'Have you lost your wits?' Eilonwy, for it was she, half-halted. She had tucked her plaited hair under a leather helmet. The Princess of Llyr smiled cheerfully at him. 'I understand you're upset,' she shouted back, 'but that's no cause to be rude.' She galloped on. For a time, Taran could not believe he had really seen her.

The dear girl, I fear, may be contemplating some alarming, disruptive perhaps dangerous project. In which case, I would naturally do all in my power to keep her from any such rash or foolhardy enterprise – unless she wished me to accompany her.

If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.

Who but lovers dream alike?

A taste for adventure is by no means a masculine monopoly.

And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.

For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.

Forgive me....I called you an idiot. I spoke too hastily. You are not. Had I given it more thought, I would have called you a scoundrel.

In the race of men is much greed and envy; but of truth, little.

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.

At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief...but hope

I loved all the world's mythologies.

He [the cat] liked to peep into the refrigerator and risk having his head shut in by the closing door. He also climbed to the top of the stove, discontinuing the practice after he singed his tail.

Shakespeare, Dickens, Mark Twain, and so many others were my dearest friends and greatest teachers.

My parents were horrified when I told them I wanted to be an author.

After I saved some money, I quit work and went to a local college.

If I do find pride, I'll not find it in what I was or what I am, but what I may become. Not in my birth, but in myself.

My concern is how we learn to be genuine human beings.

Story, finally, is humanity's autobiography.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.