Nancy Willard Quotes & Sayings

It is time to turn on the moon.
It is time to live by a different light. — Nancy Willard

It used to be on the Internet no one knew you were a dog. Now not only does
everyone know that you are a dog, they know what kind of a dog you are, who
you run with, where you hide your bones, the accidental piddle behind the
couch, the fight you got into with the boxer, and your thoughts on the hot
poodle down the street. — Nancy Willard

Our house is quiet, small and plain,
and yet its rooms run far and wide.
A hundred pencils, swift as rain,
writing on sheets of beaten gold
would not be quick enough to hold
the strange adventures
shadows hide ... — Nancy Willard

If prayers worked, Hitler would have been stopped at the border of Poland by angels with swords of fire. — Nancy Willard

When I was growing up, I loved stories in which a girl sets out on a quest to rescue the prince instead of the other way around. — Nancy Willard

I haven't a clue how my story will end, but that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, that's when you discover the stars. — Nancy Willard

The skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds. — Nancy Willard

Faith takes root in the insignificant. — Nancy Willard

Answers are closed rooms; and questions are open doors that invite us in. — Nancy Willard

Sometimes questions are more important than answers. — Nancy Willard

What you need will come back to you. — Nancy Willard

We don't really understand something until we have forgotten it. — Nancy Willard

Jean Piaget observed that scarcely any question seems absurd to a child, but he was silent on the question of absurd answers from adults. — Nancy Willard

What one heart finds hard to believe, a hundred find easy. — Nancy Willard

Live in your roots, not in your branches. — Nancy Willard

In Jenny Offill's remarkable first novel, 'Last Things,' 7-year-old Grace Davitt watches her mother, Anna, descend into madness and tries to make sense of the claustrophobic world that Anna has created for her. — Nancy Willard

Armenian folklore has it that three apples fell from Heaven: one for the teller of a story, one for the listener, and the third for the one who 'took it to heart.' What a pity Heaven awarded no apple to the one who wrote the story down. — Nancy Willard