Quotes From "My Name Is Mina" By David Almond

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the...
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Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. David Almond
I sit in my tree I sing like the birds...
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I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems. David Almond
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love...
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And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do! David Almond
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Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing. David Almond
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They climbed the wide stairways. Their footsteps echoed and echoed through the house. "What on earth will you be doing with something so large?" said Mum."I shall live in it with my servants, of course, " said Mina. "Or I shall establish a school."" A school, my lady?"" Yes. A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities. David Almond
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We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails. We let the stars shine into us. David Almond
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We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust. David Almond
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And I've been thinking: if the human race manages to destroy itself, as it often seems to want to do, or if some great disaster comes, as it did for the dinosaurs, then the birds will still manage to survive. When our gardens and fields and farms and woods have turned wild, when the park at the end of Falconer Road has turned into a wilderness, when our cities are in ruins, the birds will go on flying and singing and making their nests and laying their eggs and raising their young. It could be that the birds will exist for ever and for ever until the earth itself comes to an end, no matter what might happen to the other creatures. They'll sing until the end of time. So here's my thought: If there is a God, could it be that He's chosen the birds to speak for Him. Could it be true? The voice of God speaks through the beaks of birds. David Almond
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Weird how I can feel so frail and tiny sometimes, and other times so brave and bold and reckless and free, and . Does everybody feel the same? When people get grown-up, do they always feel grown-up and sensible and sorted out and . And do I want to feel grown-up? Do I want to stop feeling . paradoxical, nonsensical? Do I want to stop being crackers? Do I want to be destrangified? O yes, sometimes I want nothing more - but it only lasts a moment, then O I want to be the strangest and crakerest of everybody. . David Almond
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A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities. David Almond
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Some say that you should turn your face from the light of the moon. They say it makes you mad. I turn my face towards it and I laugh. Make me mad, I whisper. Go on, make Mina mad. I laugh again. Some people think that she's already mad, I think. David Almond
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In the end she just said..... All I did was to run away for a few minutes! All I wanted was to be free! David Almond