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

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books.

Beauty and fear make uneasy companions