Top 15 Zilpha Keatley Snyder Quotes

There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books.

Know all the Questions, but not the Answers
Look for the Different, instead of the Same
Never Walk where there's room for Running
Don't do anything that can't be a Game

Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life.

Trick-or-treating is for candy and demonstrations are for things like Peace and Freedom. It's different.

Belonging to a place isn't nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you.

We all invite our own devils, and we must exorcise our own.

The answers aren't important really... What's important is- knowing all the questions.

Belief in mysteries — all manner of mysteries — is the only lasting luxury in life.

But now and then, beneath the outer numbness, something stirred, like a living pain waiting for the anesthetic to wear away.

My dear child...fault is an empty word. It is a coin with only one side. It is not a reason or an excuse.

As time passed and Harry flew and flew and flew, he forgot all about the fog, the city below him, and just about everything. Nothing in the world seemed to matter but wings, and sky, and motion. The free and endless kind of motion that people are always looking for in a hundred different ways.

Flying was the way a swing swoops up; and the glide down a slide. It was the shoot of a sled downhill without the long climb back up. It was the very best throat-tightening thrills of skis, skates, surfboards and trampolines. Diving boards, merry-go-rounds, Ferris wheels, .roller coasters, skate boards and soap-box coasters. It was all of them, one after the other, all at once and a thousand times over.

Just looking at the outside of the library made Robin lose herself for a minute, remembering the feel of libraries. There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books. Libraries had always seemed almost too good to be true.

Maybe everybody had wing buds, or at least the possibility of wings, only they just didn’t know it. Maybe people had really been meant to have wings.

Something’s going to happen!

there were times when the sharp edges of Neric’s convictions were bruising to those who were close to him.