¡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...
(here her writing became so small Meggie could hardly make it out) The last sentence worried Meggie, but when she looked anxiously at her mother, Teresa smiled and reached for her hand. , she wrote on...
Если ты берёшь с собой книгу, - сказал Мо, когда положил в её сундук первую книжку, - происходит странная вещь: книга начинает собирать твои воспоминания. Стоит лишь открыть её потом, и ты сразу перен...
When the shadows of your life haunt you, and you bitterly miss the ones you once loved, then only sleep can grant oblivion
Devil
An odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very firs...
You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.
You can’t expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup.
Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The h...
Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?
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.'...
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...
The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's fooli...
The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.
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.
It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than in happiness.
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...
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?
Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold,...
And that everyone has to find their own path, even brothers.