a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.

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

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.

My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.

Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.