Philippa Pearce Quotes

And you probably have little idea of how delicious - how toothsome - how scrumptious - they are when eaten fresh. Of course, I have my worm larder - He corrected himself. Worm larders, well stocked, b...

And you probably have little idea of how delicious - how toothsome - how scrumptious - they are when eaten fresh. Of course, I have my worm larder - He corrected himself. Worm larders, well stocked, b...

Philippa Pearce

1 am not up to anything, Cousin Edgar.

Philippa Pearce

1 am not up to anything, Cousin Edgar.

Philippa Pearce

About Author

Ann Philippa Pearce OBE FRSL (22 January 1920 – 21 December 2006) was an English author of children's books. Best known of them is the time-slip novel Tom's Midnight Garden, which won the 1958 Carnegie Medal from the Library Association, as the year's outstanding children's book by a British subject. Pearce was a commended runner-up for the Medal a further four times.

A habit of solitude in early childhood is not easily broken. Indeed, it may prove lifelong.

Philippa Pearce

A habit of solitude in early childhood is not easily broken. Indeed, it may prove lifelong.

Philippa Pearce

Good-bye, Mrs Bartholemew, said tom, shaking hands with stiff politeness; and thank you very much for having me.I shall look forward to our meeting again, said Mrs Bartholemew, equally primly. Tom wen...

Philippa Pearce

Good-bye, Mrs Bartholemew, said tom, shaking hands with stiff politeness; and thank you very much for having me.I shall look forward to our meeting again, said Mrs Bartholemew, equally primly. Tom wen...

Philippa Pearce

He criss-crossed the kitchen-garden beyond the asparagus beds: fruit trees and strawberry beds and bean poles and a chicken-wire enclosure where raspberry canes and gooseberry bushes and currant bushe...

Philippa Pearce

He criss-crossed the kitchen-garden beyond the asparagus beds: fruit trees and strawberry beds and bean poles and a chicken-wire enclosure where raspberry canes and gooseberry bushes and currant bushe...

Philippa Pearce

I meant to ask Hatty questions about the garden,’ Tom wrote to Peter, ‘but somehow I forgot.’ He always forgot. In the daytime, in the Kitsons’ flat, he thought only of the garden, and sometimes he wo...

Philippa Pearce

I meant to ask Hatty questions about the garden,’ Tom wrote to Peter, ‘but somehow I forgot.’ He always forgot. In the daytime, in the Kitsons’ flat, he thought only of the garden, and sometimes he wo...

Philippa Pearce

If you don't get it, you don't get it....If you don't get it, you may yet.

Philippa Pearce

If you don't get it, you don't get it....If you don't get it, you may yet.

Philippa Pearce

Nothing stands still, except in our memory.

Philippa Pearce

Nothing stands still, except in our memory.

Philippa Pearce

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Was his brother’s name Cain?’ asked Tom. Hatty pretended not to have heard him. This was particularly irritating to Tom, as it was what he had to suffer from all the other people in the garden. ‘Becau...

Philippa Pearce

Was his brother’s name Cain?’ asked Tom. Hatty pretended not to have heard him. This was particularly irritating to Tom, as it was what he had to suffer from all the other people in the garden. ‘Becau...

Philippa Pearce

You're very old, aren't you?Just as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.

Philippa Pearce

You're very old, aren't you?Just as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.

Philippa Pearce