No one is here," Char said. "You need resist temptation no longer." "Only if you slide too." "I'll go first so I can catch you at the bottom." He flew down so incautiously that I suspected him of years of practice in his own castle. It was my turn. The ride was a dream, longer and steeper than the rail at home. The hall rose to meet me, and Char was there. He caught me and spun me around.
Gail Carson LevineI'm more interested in plot than theme, but I hope my values find their way into my stories: kindness, sympathy, effort, and humor!
Gail Carson LevinePerhaps we can come here together someday. By the way, you're a month older than the last time I saw you. Are you still too young to marry.
Gail Carson LevineYou see, writing down your meanderings gets something started deep in the recesses of your brain. That distant part of your mind knows that you want to write stories or poems or plays and not endless jabber, and it will get to work. It may take a while. You may have to write this stuff for hours or days or weeks, but eventually that subterranean part of your brain will come through and begin to send you ideas.
Gail Carson Levine