It's bad enough sitting in a car, never mind driving it.
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...
Es mejor tener mil enemigos fuera de casa que uno dentro. Proverbio árabe
Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.
The road went ever more steeply downhill. Overhead, the branches of the trees intertwined. It was a still, windless morning, cloudy and damp.
The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.
Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?
Fox squeezed past him, feeling his warmth like a home.
Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes – if...
Voglio dire che io fiuto le belle storie a chilometri di distanza. Quindi non tenti di nascondermene una. Sputi fuori, forza, e in cambio si guadagna una fetta di questo fantastico dolce con i buchi -...
Worte taugen nichts. Ja, manchmal klangen sie wunderbar, aber sie liessen einen im Stich, sobald man sie wirklich brauchte. Nie fand man die richtigen, niemals, aber wo sollte man auch nach ihnen such...
Sometimes a crow lands on the roof of the house. It sits there for hours and watches the girl. The woman doesn’t chase the bird away.
Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world.
My voice had bayou gut them slipping out of their story like a bookmark forgotten by a reader between the pages
Love didn’t deserve the nice reputation it had.
Fear was like a beast that only grew fiercer when one gave in to it.
„Wenn du ein Buch auf eine Reise mitnimmst, hatte Mo gesagt, als er ihr das erste in die Kiste gelegt hatte, „dann geschieht etwas Seltsames: Das Buch wird anfangen, deine Erinnerungen zu sammeln. Du...
Words are immortal -until someone comes along and burns them.
Wood always remembers it was once a living tree, alive and breathing in both kingdoms, the one above and the one below.
Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page