You crazy! whispered Meggie. You're a total lunatic!But her opinion did not impress Fenoglio in the slightest. So what? All writers are lunatics!
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
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...
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
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...
Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand do...
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 inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. ‘You mean you don’t know?’ Dustfinger smiled....
Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened.He was home again.
Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.
Although it’s not just plants and animals that die out, so do books. Quite often, I’m sorry to say. I’m sure you could fill a hundred houses like this one to the roof with all the books that have disa...
After all, she said, many people here have little enough patience or understanding for their fellow human beings who are only superficially different than them—so how would it be for little people wit...
A story wearing another dress every time you hear it - what could be better? A story that grows and puts out flowers like a living thing! But look at the stories people press in books! They may last l...
A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.
A longing for books [is] nothing compared with what you [can] feel for human beings. The books [tell] you about that feeling. The books [speak] of love, and it [is] wonderful to listen to them, but th...
¡No son historias, Lengua de Brujo, es la pura verdad! ¿Es que ya no la reconoces cuando la ves? Cierto: es una chica fea y no es agradable mirarla a la cara.