"It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.."
- Cornelia Funke
"Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!"
"So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They dance..."
"Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else."
"Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination."
"Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness."
"-You forgot something important!-What?-It's under my sweater!-WHAT?!-Me!"
"He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it..."
"She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy."
"I always used to read aloud to her in the evenings--"