Reality is a fragile thing.

We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?

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.

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world.