“Hush Hattie!" I said, intoxicated with my success. "I don't want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan't marry the prince." I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into the night, "I shan't marry the prince." I turned back into the hall and ran to Char and threw my arms about his neck. "I shan't marry you." I kissed his cheek. He was safe from me.” KnowsWantSaidNightRoomsDoorsStreetsArmsSafeRanNecksHallsCheeksHushIntoxicated Author:Gail Carson Levine
“I want to be with you forever and beyond.” WantRomanceForeverWant To Be With YouI Want To Be With You Author:Gail Carson Levine
“Father asks frequently in his letters whether I fancy any Ayorthaian young lady or any in our acquaintance at home. I say no I suppose I'm confessing another fault: pride. I don't want him to know that I love if my affections are not returned” IfsKnowsWantHomeYoungAsksFatherPrideLettersFaultsAffectionFancyAcquaintanceWant HimYoung LadiesConfessing Author:Gail Carson Levine
“But what I really long to know you do not tell either: what you feel, although I've given you hints by the score of my regard. You like me. You wouldn't waste time or paper on a being you didn't like. But I think I've loved you since we met at your mother's funeral. I want to be with you forever and beyond, but you write that you are too young to marry or too old or too short or too hungry - until I crumple your letters up in despair, only to smooth them out again for a twelfth reading, hunting for hidden meanings.” ThinkingKnowsWantFeelsWritingLongYoungMotherReadingGivenForeverMetsDespairWastePaperLettersRegardHungryLike MeScoreFuneralWasting TimeHuntingSmoothToo ShortHintsReally LongHidden MeaningWant To Be With YouI Want To Be With You Author:Gail Carson Levine
“You 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.” KnowsWantWritingMindMayIdeasPlayStoriesStuffHoursBrainWeekEndlessWorking ItRecess Book:Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly Source: Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly
