My son always says I like very weird music.

I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?

This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.

Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.

My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.