Life is so simple when you’re young, though of course that’s not what it feels like to the young.
Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!
La paura ha tutto un altro sapore quando la si vive dal vero, Meggie, e giocare all’eroe non era così divertente come mi ero immaginato.
Jacob had seen too many horses whipped half to death to find anything romantic about horse-drawn carriages,
It was like a promise that wishes could come true, that desire might lead to more than yearning.
It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful..
In books I meet the dead as if they were alive, in books I see what is yet to come … All things decay and pass with time … all fame would fall victim to oblivion if God had not given mortal men the bo...
I woke up and knew he was gone. Straightaway I knew he was gone. When you love somebody you know these things. David Almond, Skellig
I pledge to set out to live a thousand lives between printed pages.I pledge to use books as doors to other minds, old and young, girl and boy, man and animal.I pledge to use books to open windows to a...
I hope you drop dead! She screamed as Basta hauled her out of the room. I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke! Basta laughed as he closed the door. Just listen to this littl...
How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.
Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.
Faccio volentieri delle promesse, specialmente quelle che non posso mantenere.
Every soldier had to battle his weaker self. His weaker self had brought Donnersmarck to his knees, trembling. He had screamed it away, he had outrun it, he had drowned it in the blood of others. And...
Every book should begin with attractive endpapers,' he had once told Meggie. 'Preferably in a dark color: dark red or dark blue depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the...
E' questo il bello dei libri, che li puoi chiudere quando ti fa comodo.
E Mo cominciò a riempire la quiete notturna di parole. Le attirava fuori dalle pagine come se non stessero aspettando altro che la sua voce: lunghe e corte, aspre e dolci, sibilanti e gutturali. Danza...
Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened.He was home again.
Courage was not a given; it was acquired, earned.
C'era una volta... le fiabe non cominciano così per niente, Will. Ma il poi vissero per sempre felici e contenti ce lo si deve guadagnare.