Wheel
This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends!
They’re my children, my inky children, and I look after them well.
The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink. Chinese proverb, Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst
The stars shone down on her like flowers made of light, and their beauty hurt her weary heart.
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many pat...
She always did like tales of adventure-stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King Arthur's knights, and she knew everything about Beowulf and Grendel, the ancien...
Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck?
Librarians. He’d never met one with a bad memory. He had a theory that words stuck to their minds like flies to flypaper.
I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d'uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano...
How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.
How could it be true that [he] was dead, and how would it feel to have him dead in her heart forever?
Her skin smelled of autumn and the wind.Don't Jacob...But it was too late. Clara didn't flinch as he pulled her close. He grabbed her hair, kissed her mouth, and he felt her heart beating as fast as h...
He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage.
He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.
Everyone living around this lake thinks I’m crazy, and if we go back to the police with this story, then the news that Elinor Loredan has finally flipped will be all over the place. Which just goes to...
Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?
But his heart, strangely enough, told him something else.
Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news?
Courage was something John Reckless only ever wished he had. Courage was not a given; it was acquired, earned. You had to take the difficult paths, and John had always picked the easy ones.