Jon Scieszka Quotes

I suppose you inevitably fall into habits of expression.

My sister taught me how to write my name when I was about three. I remember writing my whole name: Jacqueline Amanda Woodson. I just loved the power of that, of being able to put a letter on the page and that letter meaning something.

My first nephew, he couldn't say Auntie Nicole, so he called me Coco. So ever since then, everyone's called me 'Coco.'

People back home - my dad is from where I'm from, so to separate us two - you don't want to call both of us Corey, so everybody started calling me Jae.

How is it possible not to feel that there is communication between our solitude as a dreamer and the solitudes of childhood? And it is no accident that, in a tranquil reverie, we often follow the slope which returns us to our childhood solitudes.

If you do not know the names of things, the knowledge of them is lost, too.

My mother always told me growing up I had a punchable face. Little did I know she was predicting my television career.

Story-telling is subject to two unavoidable defects,--frequent repetition and being soon exhausted; so that, whoever values this gift in himself, has need of a good memory, and ought frequently to shift his company.

Always remember your kid's name.

That's what sons do: write to their mothers about recall, tell themselves about the past until they come to realize that they are the past.

The first one, we’ll name Blue.

Write to register history, and name each thing. Write what should not be forgotten.

It would be very sad if children had no memories before those of school. What they need most is the love and attention of their mother.

I shall write a book some day about the appropriateness of names. Geoffrey Chaucer has a ribald ring, as is proper and correct, and Alexander Pope was inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber was a silly little man without much elegance and Shelley was very Percy and very Bysshe.

I was learning the importance of names - having them, making them - but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

You go back. You search for what made you happy when you were smaller. We are all grown up children, really... So one should go back and search for what was loved and found to be real.

The window was still open.” Mr Lisbon said. “I don’t think we’d ever remembered to shut it. It was all clear to me. I knew I had to close it or else she’d go on jumping out of it forever

One of the main problems in families today is that we spend less and less time together.... Time together is precious time-time needed to talk, to listen, to encourage, and to show how to do things.

I will never understand why people get so upset at things I don't even remember saying.

Style is besides the point. Nobody would pay attention if one always said the same thing, in the same words and the same tone of voice.

I have a passion for the name of "Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be.