Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.

How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

Everyone is small at night.

What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks?" asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them," said Meggie.

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered.