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

Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. "Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

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.

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

She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.

What are stories for if we don't learn from them?

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.