Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.

Words are immortal - Elinor

I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things.