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And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.
Oh, I think every author is inspired by all of the books that she reads.
I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?
I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.
Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?
I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.
-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things.
A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within. Arab proverb
Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.
Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.
Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!
What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.
He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.
Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.
I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor
There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.
Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.
In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.
If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.
If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.
I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.
The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus
How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.
She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.
Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.
Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!
Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?
When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.
The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.
Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.
Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away
Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?
They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.
believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat
Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.
The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.