Quotes by Malorie Blackman

The point is, you have family and friends who love you. You have a world out there just waiting for you to conquer it. You have a life that will be anything you make it. Thats the point.

That just the way it is. Some things will never change. Thats just the way it is. But dont you believe them.

He wrapped his arms around me. We were cuddled up like a couple of spoons in a cutlery drawer.

I wish... I wish he wasnt quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance.

You remind me of a boy I used to knowSame Smile, same easy, laid-back styleAnd man, could he kissBlew my mind the very first timeHis lips touched mine.You remind me You remind me of a boy I used to like.Same eyes, strong arms, same open mindAnd man, could he danceArms around me, lost in a tranceId hear his heartYou remind meIm scared of youHow did you find me?Turn and walk awayCause you remind meYou remind me of a boy I used to loveSame laughter and tears, shared through the years And man, how he feltMade my bones more than meltHe touched my soul.You remind meIm scared of youHow did you find me?Turn and walk awayCause you remind me

And round and round and round. Why couldnt I get past the letter? Like poison id had seeped into every image and every memory I kept of Callum, polluting them until I couldnt tell which was real and what was just wishful thinking any more. Until at last, I was forced to face the inescapable fact that, for whatever reason, Callum had written the letter.

For once I didnt look away immediately. I forced myself to meet her contemptuous gaze. I allowed myself be swept away by it, to drown in it - the way Id done so many times before. The way I would willingly do again. Because at least she was here to hate me. At least I had that. I watched my daughter conjure up the filthiest look in her vast arsenal before she turned away with complete disdain. I didnt mind that so much. It meant I could watch her, drink her in without her protest. Look at our daughter, Callum. Isnt she beautiful, so very beautiful? She laughs like me, but when she smiles... Oh Callum, when she smiles, its picnics in Celebration Park and sunsets on our beach and our very first kiss all over again. When Callie Rose smiles at me, she lights up my life.When Callie Rose smiles at me.

So why did you want to kiss me?Were friends arent we? Callum shrugged.I relaxed into a smile. Of course we are.And if you cant kiss your friends who can you kiss? Callum smiled.

I mean youre cute, but not that cute. Would Rhea really risk life in a maximum security detention unit just so that she could press herself against your manly body?

The worst thing about being the laureate has been the attitude of a tiny minority of adults who havent liked some of the things Im supposed to have said and who have used it as an opportunity to be verbally abusive and nasty, but I havent let it rule my world!

I remember being in a history lesson and saying to my teacher, How come you never talk about black scientists and inventors and pioneers? And she looked at me and said, Because there arent any.

I remember, when I was at school, we would have a 10-minute storytelling session where wed all sit on the floor cross-legged, and the teacher would read. It became something we all really looked forward to. That was part of the reason I grew to love stories.

I think fan fiction is the way most writers start, and the same goes for music and design.

When I was a teenager, reading for me was as normal, as unremarkable as eating or breathing. Reading gave flight to my imagination and strengthened my understanding of the world, the society I lived in, and myself. More importantly, reading was fun, a way to live more than one life as I immersed myself in each good book I read.

“When a chance for real happiness comes by, grab it with both hands and devour it. If it lasts five minutes or five lifetimes, its still worth it.”