Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don’t belong to her, you know.” Embarrassed, Victor stared at his shoes. “Well, children all have to belong to somebody,” he muttered. “Do you belong to someone?” “That’s different.” “Because you’re a grown-up?

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus

They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.

It's the same in real life: Notorious murderers get off scot-free and live happily all their lives, while good people die - sometimes the very best people. That's the way of the world.

-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.