Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions')
Sometimes big things happen, and they echo. Those echoes crash across worlds. They are the ripples in the fabric of things. Often they manifest as storms. Reality is a fragile thing, after all.
Someone killed my Mother and my Father and my Sister?Yes, someone did.A Man?A Man.Which means, said Bod, you're asking the wrong question.Silas raised an eyebrow. How so?Well, said Bod. If I go outsid...
The voice came from the night all around him, in his head and out of it.What do you want?' it repeated.He wondered if he dared to turn and look, realised he did not.'Well? You come here every night, i...
I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me?
There are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.They kill themselv...
A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
Librarians are the coolest people out there doing the hardest job out there on the frontlines. And every time I get to encounter or work with librarians, I'm always impressed by their sheer awesomenes...
So be wise, because the world needs more wisdom, and if you cannot be wise, pretend to be someone who is wise, and then just behave like they would.
You’re going back? asked Bod. Things that had been immutable were changing. You’re really leaving? But. You’re my guardian. I was you’re guardian. But you are old enough to guard yourself. I have othe...
There was a girl, and her uncle sold her, wrote Mr. Ibis in his perfect copperplate handwriting.That is the tale; the rest is detail.There are stories that are true, in which each individual’s tale is...
[D]on't ever apologise to an author for buying something in paperback, or taking it out from a library (that's what they're there for. your library). Don't apologise to
Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.
A book is a little empathy machine. It puts you inside somebody else's head. You see out of the world through somebody else's eyes. It's very hard to hate people of a certain kind when you've just rea...
But the truth is, it's not the idea, it's never the idea, it's always what you do wit
A grayeyard is not a democracy, and yet death is the great democracy..
She hoped it wasn't a spider. Spiders made Coraline intensely uncomfortable.
فالكُتبُ مأمونة الجانب أكثر من الناس على كُل حال
But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.
How old are you?About fifteen, I think. Though I still feel the same as I always did, Bod said, but Mother Slaughter interrupted, And I still feels like I done when I was a tiny slip of a thing, makin...
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