Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
¿Ves esos nombres? -preguntó señalando las letras cinceladas que hablaban de personas ya desaparecidas-. Detrás de cada nombre hay una familia, una madre o un padre, hermanos, acaso una esposa. Si uno...
¡Escucha! –exclamó-. Sé que es difícil de creer, pero si algo puede abrir las puertas de las mazmorras del Castillo de la Noche son las palabras de esta carta… y la lengua de Meggie. Ella es capaz de...
A book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
Why did such truths only reveal themselves after they’d become lies?
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face.Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood.You are Death.'...
What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks? asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house.You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them, said Megg...
What a coward she was after all! She tried to think of some hero out of one of her books,someone whose skin she could slip into, to make her feel stronger, bigger, braver. Why couldshe remember nothin...
This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?'What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to be with Dustfinger again and didn't mind where that was.It's a cruel world, don't...
That was the use of knives for women: to cut food for the men who killed with their knives… who killed those women's husbands, their sons, and their daughters.
My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story, said Dustfinger at last.
Love is always a prison.
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
It seems only yesterday I used to believe There was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. Billy Collin...
It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly.
Ist es nicht seltsam, wie viel dicker ein Buch wird, wenn man es mehrmals liest? [...] Als würde jedes Mal etwas zwischen den Seiten kleben bleiben. Gefühle, Gedanken, Geräusche, Gerüche ... Und wenn...
I think I'll buy you from your father so you can say nice things like that to me three times a day. How much for her, Mo?
I libri devono essere pesanti perché dentro hanno il mondo intero.
How clear one’s own desires become once they are made impossible.
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on...