Jane Yolen Quotes

I'm usually alone or asleep, at home.

Of all the seasons, winter is the most conducive to the great art of dormancy. This art requires an appreciation of semi-consciousness: the beautiful and necessary prelude to sleep - a special pleasure in itself that is all too often neglected, under-valued or looked down upon.

I can nod off anywhere. Once, when I was little, I even slept through a car crash.

Both teachers and learners go to sleep at their post as soon as there is no enemy in the field.

If I didn't wake up I'd still be sleeping

So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!

Two forces create eternity - a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.

Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep.

It was like the Wizard of Oz had spoken, and what he said was too ludicrous to take seriously.

Thank you," the young mother said again. "Thank you." "The Black Tower protects," Logain heard himself say. "Always." "I will send him to you to be tested when he is of age," the woman promised, holding her son. "I would have him join you, if he has the talent." The talent. Not the curse. The talent.

At the centre of every fairy tale lay a truth that gave the story its power

Disney is a delight, someone who ... sweeps those around him along on his dream.

...the temptation, which consisted of a single word written on the cemetary of the defeated: Sleep.

Civilization is the world with its leg asleep.

The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep.

These are characters in a fairy tale for grown-ups. Wouldn't it be lovely? Yes.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head sympathetically at Mother, the fairy touched my nose. "My gift is obedience. Ella will always be obedient. Now stop crying, child." I stopped.

When interviewers ask me who I'm sleeping with or if I don't like such-and-such or what is my sexuality, that's not beneficial to the world. They need to ask me about stuff that may help readers, like how my father abused my mother for many years. A lot of kids go through that and need to know what they should do.

Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?

A barking dog is often more useful than a sleeping lion.