Quotes by Margaret Mahy

“People can say what they like about the eternal verities, love and truth and so on, but nothings as eternal as the dishes”

Reading is very creative - its not just a passive thing. I write a story; it goes out into the world; somebody reads it and, by reading it, completes it.

It changes you for ever, but you are changing for ever anyway.

For in some ways the world was like a shopping centre, and he himself was a doubtful customer, often ineffectual, being talked into buying things he didnt want, things indeed which nobody in their right mind would want to buy.

If people fainted from too much thinking I’d scarcely ever be conscious,” Tabitha began at once. “I think and think all the time, and I’ve never fainted – not once.” She looked over at Barney enviously. “Why do the best things always happen to other people and not to a promising writer?

It’s so dark - as if all the lights are just there to make the other places seem darker.

Somewhere int he flesh of the earth the dreadful earthquake shuddered, the tide walked to and fro on the leash of the moon, rainbows formed, winds swept the sky like giant brooms piling up clouds before them, clouds which writhed into different shapes, melted into rain or darkened, bruised themselves against an unseen antagonist and went on their way, laced with forking rivers of lightning, complete with white electric tributaries. Out of this infinite vision an infinity of details could be drawn, but Sonny had settled on one, and from the endless series a particular beach was chosen and began to form around Laura - a beach of iron-dark sand and shells like frail stars, and a wonderful wide sea that stretched, neither green nor blue, but inked by the approach of night into violet and black, wrinkling with its own salty puzzles, right out to a distant, pure horizon.

Stamp, your name is to be Laura. Im sharing my name with you. Im putting my power into you and you must do my work. Dont listen to anyone but me. You are to be my command laid on my enemy. youll make a hole in him through which hell drip away until he runs dry. As he drips out darkness, well smile together, me inside, you outside. Well crush him between our smiles.

Something is going to happen, Laura thought. She was going to be kissed. On one side of a kiss was childhood, sunshine,innocence, toys and, on the other, people embracing, darkness, passion and the admittance of a person who, no matter how loved, must always have a quality of otherness, not only to her confidence, but somehow inside her sealing skin.

Your Barney?” Cole’s eyebrows shot up. “Yours?”“He’s mine all right!” Claire replied. “Everyone in this family belongs to everyone else – belongs with everyone else, rather. I’ve looked after him for a year now – ironed his shirts, made his school lunches, told him stories. I made that dressing gown he’s wearing, whereas no one knew you were alive this time last week. But what matters most is that he wants to be ours and he doesn’t want to be yours. That’s what counts.

There are always two people involved in cruelty, arent there? One to be vicious and someone to suffer! And whats the use of getting rid of - of wickedness, say - in the outside world if you let it creep back into things from inside you?