They forked up in the air for him, like trees branching in the night, and rained down sparks. They roared and whispered with their crackling voices, they had danced when he said the word. The flames h...
The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, th...
Una storia cambia continuamente vestito. Una storia cresce e germoglia come un qualcosa di vivo! Quelle che vengono chiuse nei libri, invece? Sì, magari vivono più a lungo, ma prendono vita solo quand...
Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain.
Look at your daughter,' she whispered. 'As brave as...as.. She wanted to compare Meggie to a hero in some story but all the heroes she could think of were men, and anyway none of them seemed to her br...
Because fear kills everything, Mo had once told her. Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
E allora? Tutti gli scrittori sono svitati!
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? Mo had said...As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and t...
«Non sembrano luoghi pericolosi» constatò mentre superavano l’ennesima casetta rosa.«Perché guardi sempre a sinistra!» le disse Dita di Polvere. «Tutte le cose hanno un lato chiaro e uno scuro. Da’ un...
Sandwiches
They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends - daring and knowledgable, tried and tested adventurers wh...
Some books should be tasted,some devoured but only few should be chewed and digested thouroughly
Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.
I always used to read aloud to her in the evenings
Abenteuer kann man doch nicht planen wie Ballett oder so was. Die warten um die Ecke und - zack! - plötzlich sind sie da!
It’s the place that worries you, said Hazel. I don’t like it myself, but it won’t go on forever. Richard Adams, Watership Down
It's bad enough sitting in a car, never mind driving it.
Elinor had read countless stories in which the main characters fell sick at some point because they were so unhappy. She had always thought that a very romantic idea, but she’d dismissed it as a pure...
If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.
I'm only a kind of book doctor. I can give books new bindings, rejuvenate them a little, stop the bookworms from eating them, and prevent them from losing their pages over the years like a man loses h...