Quotes from Zilpha Keatley Snyder

Know all the Questions, but not the Answers Look for the Different, instead of the Same Never Walk where there's room for Running Don't do anything that can't be a Game

There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books.

Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life.

Trick-or-treating is for candy and demonstrations are for things like Peace and Freedom. It's different.

Belonging to a place isn't nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you.

The answers aren't important really... What's important is- knowing all the questions.

We all invite our own devils, and we must exorcise our own.

Belief in mysteries—all manner of mysteries—is the only lasting luxury in life.

But now and then, beneath the outer numbness, something stirred, like a living pain waiting for the anesthetic to wear away.

Just looking at the outside of the library made Robin lose herself for a minute, remembering the feel of libraries. There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books. Libraries had always seemed almost too good to be true.

My dear child...fault is an empty word. It is a coin with only one side. It is not a reason or an excuse.

Maybe everybody had wing buds, or at least the possibility of wings, only they just didn't know it. Maybe people had really been meant to have wings.

Something's going to happen!

there were times when the sharp edges of Neric's convictions were bruising to those who were close to him.

A–Z, and its dusty show windows were crammed with a weird clutter of old and exotic-looking objects—huge bronze

Of a promise," Raamo said. "I dreamed of a promise that has always been, and always will be.

Forest is and was and will be. Root and roof and all between. Pan-fruit feed me, nid-bough hold me, Peace and Joy be ever green.

JUST AS THEY'D planned, April stopped by the Rosses' apartment on Thursday afternoon, and the three of them, April and Melanie and Marshall, went on down to pick up Elizabeth. Elizabeth

None of my friends know how to play imagining games the way you do," Melanie said. "Some of them can do it a little bit but they mostly don't have any very good ideas. And a lot of them only like ball games or other things that are already made up. But I like imagining games better than anything.

More spooky and supernatural. Even though all the Egyptians were positive that somebody was fooling and had somehow managed to write the answer to Ken's question, there are times when being positive isn't quite enough." - Ken

But they're not really paper dolls," Melanie said. "And I don't really play with them, not like moving them around and dressing them up and everything. They're just sort of a record of a game I play. I make up a family and then I find people who look like them in magazines and catalogues, just so I'll remember them better.

There are several peculiarities that I share with children which, like having no front teeth, are perhaps more acceptable in the very young, but which, for better or worse, seem to be a part of my makeup.

Books were the window from which I looked out of a rather meager and decidedly narrow room onto a rich and wonderful universe. I loved the look and feel of books, even the smell... Libraries were treasure houses. I always entered them with a slight thrill of disbelief that all their endless riches were mine for the borrowing.

Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life.