I'm not bossy - I just happen to be more capable than almost everyone else.

— Shannon Hale

I'm Razor, a member of Bavaria's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine.""Bavaria's Own? But you're a child." Razor looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.

— Shannon Hale

I’m sorry, my lady,” said Eric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.

— Shannon Hale

I'm writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

— Shannon Hale

In movies, we are accustomed to seeing handsome actors. It's so commonplace on the screen, large or small, that we barely note it as extraordinary. But in life, rarely do we encounter an onslaught of beauty, entire a hive of handsomeness, find ourselves awash in an ocean of attractiveness, drowning in a miasma of hotness.

— Shannon Hale

In thought of the crossbow bolt. Of the whoosh and sting of wind and fire heat and the man who would have killed her. Of pushing in front of Anna. Of almost dying. Of home and Ma and being farther away than the lands in tales, and maybe never going home. Of standing by a strange tree in a faraway wood with girls who spoke the language of fire. Of a queen of Key who wanted them dead.

— Shannon Hale

ISI, I’m trying to say that you’ve been… no, you’re so, you’re–” He stopped." You are,” he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, and breathe deeply.

— Shannon Hale

I sometimes think, being silent and watching, can change a person.

— Shannon Hale

It doesn't seem to matter what we think... The prince will come up here and look at us as if we're barrels in a trader's wagon. And if I'm salt pork, and he doesn't care for salt pork, then there's nothing I can do.

— Shannon Hale

It's good to cry a bit, 'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there's no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.

— Shannon Hale