Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.

Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same.

Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.

Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.

She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.