How loud a heart could beat. Until it took your breath away.
Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.
Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?
Death has white hounds.
A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within. Arab proverb
A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's a nasty surprise ready to punish you for every false step.
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.
Потому что страх убивает, - как-то раз сказал ей Мо, - и разум, и сердце, и фантазию.
«Cara Elinor, evidentemente lei è nata nella storia sbagliata» osservò Dita di Polvere. Erano le prime parole che pronunciava dall’inizio del viaggio.«Nella storia sbagliata? Vorrà dire nell’epoca sba...
With every new day, Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as spider's webs and enchantingly beautiful
Wheel
You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside of them, said Meggie...
You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to m...
Yes,’ she whispered. ‘He was more worried about the book than me.
Yes, everything will be all right, thanks to Elinor! She could have sung and danced (not that she was much of a dancer and she was sitting in a car).
Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he could really protect her from Capricorn and Basta and all the others. But he could...
Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals...
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.
Well what does it matter,' he muttered when he was out in the corridor. 'Who wants to know the end of a story in advance?
There it was, that familiar fear, love’s terrible price.