Perhaps it's true that death is only the beginning of a new story, but no one has ever read the book in which it's written.
In our choices lie our fate
How was she supposed to deal with a child? She could hardly manage to keep her own painful heart together.
Depose sul tavolo la cartella in cui teneva i risguardi da inserire prima del frontespizio e prese a sfogliarli con aria assente. «Ogni libro dovrebbe cominciare con una pagina vuota» aveva detto una...
All writers are insane!
You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it.
You cannot fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead...
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that...
Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.
No. Nothing could make it easier. You lost what you loved. That was death, here as well as there.
Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.
Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear.
Erwachsene erinnern sich nicht daran wie es war, ein Kind zu sein,auch wenn sie es behaupten.Sie wissen es nicht mehr. Glaub mir.Sie haben alles vergessen. Wie viel größer ihnen die Welt damals erschi...
After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real...
Yesterday. Was there a more merciless word?
So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and pl...
Os livros poderiam ensiná-la tanto sobre este mundo e outros lugares distantes, sobre animais e plantas, sobre estrelas! Podiam ser janelas e portas, asas de papel par ajudá-la a voar para bem longe.
Nichts war grausamer als ein Herz aus Fleisch und Blut, weil es wusste, was Schmerzen bereitet.
Never develop a passion you can't afford. It'll eat your heart away like a bookworm.
Many of the snowflakes, he had told her, were tiny elves who kissed your face with icy lips before melting on your warm skin.