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

Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.

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!

You really don't understand the first thing about writing...for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one, too. Maybe the people don't see the cruelty in your world right away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same.