Daniel Pinkwater Quotes

One of the things that seems absolutely clear to me about werewolves - with their canine makeup - is that they would be dogs, as it were.

We have all seen werewolf transformations hundreds of times on screen.

Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

Contrary to popular myth, werewolves myth, werewolves are born, not made. No matter how many times they bite someone, that person will not turn, though they will probably bleed profusely and will definitely be annoyed.

Every crag and gnarled tree and lonely valley has its own strange and graceful legend attached to it.

I love all of mythology and rules pertaining to all of the monsters, but I like to go the extra step.

Legends are all to do with the past and nothing to do with the present.

Again, if there are really no fairies, why do people believe in them, all over the world? The ancient Greeks believed, so did the old Egyptians, and the Hindoos, and the Red Indians, and is it likely, if there are no fairies, that so many different peoples would have seen and heard them?

I'd lean more toward werewolves. Wolves are cool.

If you're Strigoi," the boy interrupted loudly, "then why don't you have horns? My friend Jeffrey said Strigoi have horns." Dimitri's eyes fell not on the boy but on me for a moment. Again, that spark of knowing shot between us. Then, face smooth and serious, Dimitri turned to the boy and answered, "Strigoi don't have horns. And even if they did, it wouldn't matter because I'm not a Strigoi.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

Just because you saw a vampire doesn't mean that a snowman or a Loch Ness Monster also exists.

No man of sense in the whole world believes in devils any more than he does in mermaids, vampires, gorgons, hydras, naiads, dryads, nymphs, fairies, the Fountain of Youth, [or] the Philosopher's Stone. . . .

This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.

With all due respect to Taylor Lautner and his 18-pack abs, my werewolf is going to be 100 times cooler!

Demons live in many lands, but particularly in Prussia.

We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.

One time I completely thought I'd turned into a werewolf and was sure I could see hairs sprouting from my face. At those times I'd suddenly go very quiet and not talk to anyone, stunned from the developments, being a werewolf and all.

What distracts me from my reality is bigfoot. They are my celebrities.

He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes!

At the heart of every legend there is a grain of truth.

The world rests upon a turtle, which itself stands on the back of an elephant!” Alek tried not to laugh. “Then what does the elephant stand on, madam?” “Don’t try to be clever, young man.” She narrowed her eyes. “It’s elephants all the way down!

Before the gods that made the gods Had seen their sunrise pass, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale Was cut out of the grass.

To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore.