Sherwood Smith Quotes

It was hard to feel hated as a child.

I don't like feeling vulnerable. I think my mum and dad's divorce affected me more than I let on.

You could say, in a vulgar Freudian way, that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child, I was most happy being alone. This has not changed.

My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad. Society resents that.

I was an only child. I needed an alternative to family life - to real life, you could almost say - and cartoons, pictures in a book, the animated movies, seemed to provide it.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

When I was 11, the whole world was closed to me. I just felt I was on the outside of the world.

Childhood bullying was a big part of my life.

My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad.

When my father would yell at me, I told myself someday I'd use it in a book.

I'll close my eyes really, really tight and make you all go away.

I got picked on a lot as a kid.

I was quiet, and I was artistic. I liked writing poetry, and that was very strange, so I was bullied a lot.

I was picked on as a kid. I had a nose the size of a softball plus braces and acne. It was rough.

I didn't really have many friends as a child.

People talk about fantastic memories of childhood, but I remember children being cruel to me and wanting to come out of childhood as soon as possible because I knew adults were generally more contained in their cruelty.

When I was growing up, I didn't feel strong. I felt weak. I felt like a scared little kid. So I naturally turned to books to deal with that feeling, and I really turned to fantasy. That's really what influenced my decision to write a fantasy novel.

When I was four I joined a group of girls who were talking about their party dresses. I thought they were imagining, so I imagined a fantastic pink velvet dress with lots of jewels. But they were simply describing what they actually wore, and they had utter contempt for my obvious fiction. After that, I never joined a group again.

I didn't have a lot of exposure to films as a kid, and I never went to the cinema. I had a single mom who just planted me in front of the television. But while growing up, I lived in my own fantasy world.

I know what's it like when everyone has a go at you, when criticism is harsh, and your family is part of it. This drags you down, and you can't get on with your life.

I'd gone to New York at an early age, and I got beat up a little bit, emotionally. So I thought I'd go home and go to music school.

I grew up feeling 'less than.' I was the sad, shy child hiding in the hall closet beneath coats. I'd wait for my grandmother's voice to call, 'Jewell, Jewell.' I was lost, waiting to be found. I thought being found, I'd be happier, better. All the while, I read stories. Stories with both truth and lies.

I was really self conscious as a kid, I felt terrible - like a prisoner in my own body.

Me and my needs were driving my mother away. Me and my needs retreated to my closet, disappeared into fairy tales. I started making up a world where my needs wouldn´t exist at all.

When I was a child, I never played with other children. I hated them.