David Almond

“I don’t want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I’ll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want...”

“Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in their jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things....”

“I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.”

“Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.”

“And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!”

“My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.”